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OPEN LETTERS
An Open Letter to My Drugged Out Neighbour
Now look what you’ve done!
I met “Sally” about 6 years ago. She’s lovely as can be. Sweet, funny, witty and slightly older than me. We got along very well. I visited her often. She’s also the person I happen to get my weed from (judge free zone here by the way). Everyone down here smokes weed. Well, practically everyone.
Some more than others. Some smoke from the time they wake up to the time they go to bed. Kinda like “Sally” but in her defense, I believe she does it because she has MS and it helps manage ….the pain?
I dunno I could be wrong. Anyway…
Dear Sally:
Won’t you be my neighbour?
Back in August of last year, a lovely two bedroom house became available for rent right beside you. I was super excited. “Yay we can be neighbours now!!”
The first few months were great. We would chat over the fence. I would bake cookies and bring you some. You’d get me weed when I needed it.
It was smooth sailing until this happened…
Who’s shit is that anyway?
I started noticing little piles of poo in my yard. I found that peculiar seeing as how I don’t…
