Kathryn from Austrialia writes:

Hi Calvin,

I am a Production Manager for a film company in Australia. We are researching for a TV series to be filmed and screened in the US about neighbors behaving badly and I, like some other media types, have come across your website.

If you could post this message with the intention of finding people who may be interested in talking with me, I would greatly appreciate it. It doesn't matter where they live in the US, if they have a bad neighbor story I'd love to hear from them.

Kind regards,

Kathryn Westbrook
5 Fern St
Mullumbimby NSW
2482
AUSTRALIA
Email: kathrynw@iinet.net.au

Angry Resident of 2nd Street writes:

We moved into our new duplex the same day that our neighbors did, and from the beginning they were the most annoying people on earth. The woman who is late fifties walks around all day in SHORT shorts and little tops with her old ass hanging out drinking beer, walking their puppy who looks like it's starving. The husband initially wouldn't even make eye contact when he spoke to you. I wish I could go back to those days. We tried to ignore them and deflect any form of relationship other than "Hi".

Only since we do not smoke in our home every time we went out for a cigarette the old, drunk, skank would babble at us about her glory days as an Army nurse. My boyfriend formerly being in the Army accidentally took the bait and unfortunately started dialog. FUCK!!!!

This is a nice neighborhood, a couple blocks from the beach, surrounded by law offices in homes and I am baffled as to how they can afford to live here. Neither have a job, just a disability check for the wife. They didn't have any furniture when they moved in and still do not two months later, just an airbed (that they have to inflate every day and we can hear every time) , and said it was because of a house fire right after their insurance lapsed. Oh and had previously been living in a tent! Yay!

Week three their car broke down, and we made the mistake of being nice and giving them a ride once, now we are their personal chauffeurs any time we are seen leaving. Apparently they can never have enough beer or cigarettes. Time spent in the car will unleash more information than you need. Turns out we live above a pill popping felon and his druggie ex-nurse wife. Now it's scary.

By week four the husband had lost his job, and I guess they had run out of drugs because we were asked to drive the little lady out of state to "one" of her doctors. Turns out they both eat more than a hundred and eighty percosets in two weeks (Jezus thats alot of percs, that is a perc each every 4 hours. I'm suprised they are not dead - Editor), plus a litany of other drugs and alcohol. They make out like they NEED them and at the time we had no idea what we were doing, she just said medication she needed.

I woke up one morning to the sound of their puppy crying out. The man was downstairs beating it with a broom. I was on my way to the phone book for the cops or humane society, when the wife knocks on my door to "talk" and get away from him. I wish I had called someone that day, but that fucking cunt was up here. She stayed all day, whining and not making any sense. Later I walked downstairs to see bllod on the floor in little spots everywhere.

We deal with loud Country music blaring up through the floor. The fighting, the nasty element of white trash friends they bring around, the unholy sight of over the hill buttocks in teenager shorts, the creepy ex con husband who is loaded at all times. They have had the nerve to ask us to use our oven, when they have one, if they could get our cable spliced to their half of the house, if we had any "papers" like we are still in high school or pot smoking losers like them.

Everyday we pray for their death, or for them to fight so we can call the cops.

Michelle from Washington D.C. writes:

I completely identify with Stacey, however my neighbors live next door. She and her boyfriend have surround sound in thier townhouse. The speakers are next to my bedroom wall. I can hear every movie they play late until the early morning. I have left repeated notes under their door with no avail. I have contemplated calling the police, but god nows what that would unleash. My repeated letters to them have already left them a bit frosty in attitude towards me. Property management will not do anything. The bad thing is that I am a light sleeper, so it really annoys the hell ouf of me. I could always wait one night and reverse the tables on them. When they decide to retire for the night, turn my big speakers towards their apartment and crank it up. Then possibly they will appreciate my concern! Thank for letting me vent. : )

Tim R. Writes:

My wife and I were in a neighborhood that we help put together. We had three different friends all buy in the same cul-de-sac. We thought it would be great, boy were we wrong. The next door neighbor to me had a little black lab mix that was never on a leash and would attach my 100 lb golden every chance it got. I would say in 4 years there were ay least 15 dog fights. I would have to kick the dog in the face for him to run away. Every time you go to the door to confront them it would go unanswered. The dog went on the bite 2 children and an adult before he was sent away. Confront them later they would say raven does not do that. That was the easy of problem…. the “friends” we brought with us starting thinking swapping wives and thinking getting really drunk was a good idea, when my wife and I were not ready to swap so we were ignored in the neighborhood. For 18 months no one would speak to us, guess what we moved out and sold our house to two women who love each other. Also the exploding property value in the Metro Washington area double the value of our house, so we moved south and love our new neighbors …but not that much.

I can agree with you there, when I finally sold that house in Toronto I made a killing thanks to soaring property values.

Just to refresh everyones memory: I left the "hell" neighbours behind over three years ago and this blog is still kicks to life every now and then. My current neighbours are both great. On one side I have a nice family with two kids about 8 and 12 years old. They are a pretty normal family. They are up before dawn taking the boy to hockey practice, they BBQ nearly every day in the summer, and the first thing they did when I moved in was invite me over for a beer. On the other side is another family, kids a bit older (one in University the other in High School), but also very normal. Other then the kids having wild parties when the parents go out of town they are very quiet. I don't even mind the parties, and was going to crash the last one but the cops showed up before made it over (some other neighbour called, I was pissed because it wasn't even that loud, not worthy of a complaint at it was only 11pm). The best part was a lot of the kids at the party were underage and when the police showed up at the front door those in the backyard tossed their beer over the fence. I recovered an assorted variety of canned and bottled beer the next morning, most of which were unopened.

Henpawson writes:

I live in a manufactured home that is in a park in the county. Those of us who have been here for a long time know this park was set up as a commune back in the 60's. The conditions have rarely changed during that time. The landscaping is the same as it was 30 years ago only larger. Some of us like it just the way it is, thats why we moved here.

I have a large yard that I have worked very hard to keep landscaped I have removed blackberrys, kept a canopy of trees trimmed to keep the heat down and the shade up. I have in the past been able to spend time in my back yard in privacy no matter what I was doing. I have grapes that grow around the parimiter of my yard and I have never been one to keep others from sharing within reason.

About 6 years ago a family moved in across the street from me and proceeded to harass me. From day one they threw rocks at my pets in my yard. They sat on their porch and yelled cat calls at my teenage daughter. They had mashed potatoe fights over my car in my driveway which did damage to my paint job. I had to deal with their son taking a leak on my flower bed and then I caught them breaking into my yard to steel buckets full of my grapes. I could say that was all but that was only the beginning.

The landlord told me he would deal with it and told them I was just being stingy and to ignore me. The police, who dont want anything to do with our park because of the location, told me I was being a hysterical old woman and should not bother them. Then the landlord who got fired for embezzeling petty cash sold them his house which was right next door to me. Since then they have been cutting down my plants, pouring poison on the trees, throwing stuff at my house and at me. I have no privacy I have no place to seek help and because I am disabled and unable to hold down a full time job I cant get enough money to move. The agencies tell me I am not at the top of their priority list and the lawyers say I can have their help when I get a full time job and can pay them.

Maybe I need to get a tan and then I can get help. Oh did I mention they are immigrants? Yes they are the right color and I am the wrong color not to mention the wrong sex the wrong age and the wrong religion. I just the reason everything is wrong with the world.

Georgia B. writes:

I went to your site and cannot believe how critical you are. why are you paying so much attention to your neighbor anyway? he probably doesn't even care what you're doing so why do you care so much about what he's up to? I'm glad I don't have you as a neighbor - you seem to have way too much time on your hands. leave your neighbor alone and mind your own business.

Well Georgia, I suppose I am critical. But then again I had a neighbour who left rotting garbage out on his front lawn, used his backyard as a toilet, and decided to pave his lawn instead of mowing it. One more thing... go take a flying flip off a rolling donut! Not sure what the hell that is supposed to mean but at least I didn't use foul language.

I also havn't lived at that house in 3 years and have not updated this site in over 6 months but still get some traffic. Nothing you post online ever really disappears I suppose.

If anybody cares about my active blog check out...

http://spaces.msn.com/members/ca1v1n

I promise I am not at all critical...