Life in the Hood

I love my neighborhood. I really do. It is tri-ethnic and by that I mean we have all kind of people living there. I live next door to a family from Mexico. A real American dream family. They moved here and started a family. They are hard working blue collar folks like most of the other neighbors here. An elementary school sits at one end of the neighborhood and a middle school sits at the other end. In the evening, we all walk either the streets of the hood or at the track at the middle school. It is a community and we all know each other.Last night, around 11pm I was in my bedroom at the back of the house. Annette who lives down and across the street is a balck lady in her 50's I believe. She has M.S. and spends her time in bed. Her daughter looks after her and she also has a live in boyfriend. he comes home at 11pm. He always has his stereo pumped up with the bass as loud as possible. I along with all the other neighbors know when he comes home. Last night, I am sitting in bed watching Cartoon Network when he comes flying by the house with his jams on high. I hear the windows vibrate as they always do when crach, a picture is thrown off the wall. Oh no, not a good thing. I get out of bed and see that it is a poster of a volcano in Hawaii that has fallen and the glass is cracked. I put my jeans and shoes on and with the poster in hand head over to see them. I ring the doorbaell to which at first no one answers. I ring again and hear yelling for someone to get the door. The daughter opens the door and says "do you know what time it is?" I answer" I sure do it is the same time every night that the dudue gets home and wakes us all up with his stereo blaring". I then show her my busted poster with the cracked glass. She says hold up and calls for the boyfriend who then preceeds to tell me that he has been home all night and that it wasn't him who was blowing through the hood. I go outside and touch his car that is still hot t the touch and say"well, honey someone was driving it because it is hot and I know it was this car. He is still arguing with me and I say "turn the key and see is the stereo blasting" He does as told and before he can turn the stereo down it comes blasting out as loud as noon day in the summer. He looks at me sheepishly and says "sorry" I ask him why he would lie about this when we all know exactly when he comes home every night because he always has his music so LOUD!! He apologized and said he will turn it down from now on once he gets off the freeway. he also says he will replace the glass in the frame. That is all I wanted just a little respect when he comes home! LOL