An Unexpected Development...

So, it turns out I have neighbors.

I suppose they've always been there, but it's been more theoretical than practical thus far. I see them outside cutting their grass, and I occasionally wave, but that's about it. They don't exist in any way that actually affects me.
But I was never terribly interested in talking to them or learning anything about their lives.
That changed on Saturday, when beer and beanbags seduced me into interacting with them.

I enjoy beer, and I love winning at virtually anything.
The point is, now I might have to be polite and try to be less of an offensive ass.

On a semi-related note, one of my neighbors may be a psychopath who buries bodies in his back yard.

We'll see how it goes. And if I find any human body parts...