Old Man Bastard

I have lived in a trailer park for over fifteen years next to a crazy old man. When I first moved here the man kept to himself and wouldn’t say anything then as the years went by he began to mumble things to me. A few times while I was in my backyard he yelled at me that I was a bitch and I should stop messing with his stuff. I have never touched his stuff whatever his stuff is. Last night while I was throwing a desk out my front door to be picked up by the trash collectors there was a group of kids playing. The old man was coming out of his house and when he reached his driveway he picked up a newspaper and threw it into my bushes. I picked it up and threw it on his driveway. The kids all watched this happen. He yelled at me that he doesn’t take the paper and I told him that there was a trash can in his driveway that he should just throw it away. He went back into his house and started swearing. The kids were all laughing and telling me how they thought he had bodies buried in his backyard. That he was always yelling at them. Tonight the kids were out again they even knocked on my door a few times but I didn’t answer it. It was about a half hour later that I hear the old man yelling at the kids. Then I hear an adult yelling back at him. I go out to see what’s going on and the security guard is trying to talk to the old man. When the old man sees me he calls me a fucking bitch and says something about newspapers. He is swearing in front of these kids and saying how he is sick of being harassed. He tells the security guard that the kids threw a bunch of newspapers on his porch because I told them about the newspaper yesterday. I pointed my finger at him and said the kids saw the whole thing that happened yesterday. He kept saying I was a fucking bitch and the security guard told him to stop swearing at the kids. Then the stupid white trash fat ass grandmother of the kids comes and gets the kids. She apologizes to the old man and I try to explain that it’s not just all the kids fault. But she tells me how she works with old people. She wasn’t even listening to me. Then I come in and I call the park manager who says that the kids shouldn’t even be out after dark. I am trying to explain about how crazy the old man has gotten and how I can’t even go into my backyard without him calling me a bitch. But all she could say was that she knew he was getting worse but she was more concerned with the kids being out. It was only around 7pm and the kids were just playing a few houses down from their own houses. Granted the kids shouldn’t throw all the newspapers on the old fucks porch but he has been yelling at these poor trailer trash kids for years. Yes these kids are annoying at times but they are kids and if it was up to them they most likely wouldn’t be living in a trailer park. The park manager was in a hurry to hang up and said she had to call security to get his side of the story. There must be something in the air because now the Korean family on the corner is yelling and screaming at each other. Perhaps the Santa Anna’s are on their way in. People get a little crazy during that dry still air before the angry winds come. I just hope the miserable old man doesn’t kill me as I sleep.