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| quote: | Originally posted by Lilith
Mine are a mix of faceless, upper middle class, cashed up white trash arseholes mostly.
All the same cars, fashion, cosmetic surgeon, bleached tips in the 30-45year DINK or 2.5kids bracket, they're the Joneses and they're fiercely competitive about maintaining their little status. They do enjoy talking about me apparently, for awhile when I had dreads they thought "hmm, mixed blood, foreigner, drives nice car, runs around at all hours, looks like she has a lot of money... oh must be a drug dealer."
That would have been funny and a brush off any other day, except some dim bulb decided to call into some 1800DOBINADEALER number and the rozzers came around and pulled my house to pieces at 6am one Sunday morning which I didn't think was particularly funny at all.
Least they didn't find my guns I suppose, all very apologetic about it and they had nothing really to pin on me and had been under surveillance for a few weeks, all for nothing.
(Not the first time, good going former associates from my teens... such is life)
It basically did it for me, this means war.
I call the water authority on fairly much all of them for wasting water, (they get fined out the ass for wasting it) I point out property defects to the council for renovations that probably don't have approval. I crank out really loud music at all hours when it's quasi-legal to do so and have a loan of a very, very noisy turbocharged car which sounds like an earthquake on idle and rattles windows about a kilometre away when I give it some stick.
They hate me
I hate them
I didn't start this, but I'll sure as hell get my pound of flesh by the time it's over... oh yes. 
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hahah kinda sounds like my court 
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