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                          There goes the neighborhood
                                        
> Same night, but it's now 3:00am. The music is back and with authority. It
> wakes us up again and this time I'm ready to kill somebody. Instead, I call
> the police. The funny thing is that when the police officer arrives, JD8
> can't hear the officer knocking on the door. By now, my wife and I are
> glued to the window hoping to see some police brutality (yeah it's bad).
> The officer proceeds to walk around the house shining his flashlight into
> the windows hoping to get a glimpse of what's happening inside. 
> 
> As the officer is walking back towards the front of the house, JD8 opens
> the door and sees the police car. He panics and slams the door shut. The
> officer sees the light shining on the front lawn and runs to the front
> door. The officer starts pounding on the door, and shouting. After about
> thirty seconds, the door opens and the cop goes inside the house. We can
> hear the officer screaming for them to turn the music off. Sweet! 
> 

Via email from JeffK, Redneck Neighbor [1] 

I'm not really sure what to make of this. On the one hand, I can understand
where this guy is coming from—parties at 2:00 am, lawn mowing at midnight,
lawn fires that could threaten his home. On the other hand, I can understand
where the redneck neighbor is coming from—it's his home and darn it! He can
do what he wants and the home owner's association be damned. It's a tough
call, that's for sure. 

[1] http://www.knology.net/~carlos/redneck.htm

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