We awoke last night to shouts and screams. I went to the window and saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the house across the street. I asked Allie what time it was. 2 AM.
I lingered at the window for a while and watched. The crowd started to roil at the edges like a pot of water on a stove.
"Allie, come check this out," I said. "They're fighting."
Allie put on her glasses and came to the window.
I had to pee so I took a break from the action. When I came back, Allie had the window open.
"Apparently, Gina's mad about Bubba," she told me.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because they shouted, 'Gina, you're drunk, and you're mad about Bubba.'"
She added, "And she kept shouting, 'I wouldn't fuck a white bitch!'"
Allie said she's happy we have them as neighbors.
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I swear I'm not mad about Bubba. I don't even know who Bubba is!
That's what happens when you drink too much.
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