There is a lady in the house on our right.
There is also at least one dog, somewhere between 5 and 10 cats, a nephew of some sort and an older man that seems to spend more time there than anywhere else.
She is an artist of some sort.
She tends to her cats and the dog and the nephew and the man. She sees the world in a different way than I do, I think.
I often think she is kind of crazy. Then I feel bad and think that she is probably a way better person than I will ever be.
There is a guy in the house on our left. He lets an ex-convict live with him for free. He mows the lawn for the lady with the cats and then they smoke pot together.
There are dirty dishes in my kitchen and they bother me so much more than the financial crisis.
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