The great wall of LaLa
My neighbor, Steve Martin, knocked on my door this morning and said the guys painting that side of my house were trespassing. I came down into the driveway and he was threatening one of them and I intervened and he pushed me. So I slapped him. And scrappy that I am, I told him if he touched me again I’d kick his ass. This prompted a call to the police. The police came and said that something is up – something personal with him – and that for now to lay low and stay on the grassy part of the driveway which is my property line.
I told Marty – my contractor – to give me an estimate for running my fence down that side of my house. I don’t want my neighbor’s bad energy creeping or seeping into the LaLa – I will build a mote of acid as Andy said about brand building in my group meeting this weekend and I will get bigger guns.
At the end of it – Steve, who had been sleeping up until this moment, came out in the front, and Marty and I were standing there and we all concluded that it is stupid – just plain stupid – but the fence right now is my best defense – so whatyagonnado?