re: Next door neighbor horror stories

Not necessarily a horror story, just one with a sad ending.

We shared a duplex in Old Metairie (fight me) with another family. At first it was really good. He only had one eye, so I wasn't too worried about getting Jody-ed... even though his name was literally Jody. His wife would get drunk and hit on all of us, but who fricks Jody's wife?

We lived there three or four years. Lots of long walks on the levee with various members of both families, playing fetch with our dogs, getting drunk and smoking dope, parades, Halloween; snow days, blistering hot days.

It all broke up, though. Jody started hanging out with some literal bum on Airline Highway and smoking crack with him in a tent. I don't know Jody's pain. He had a pretty OK wife, a nice place for a rental, cute kids, etc., but he'd also lost an eye and was unmistakable lower middle-class. I remember seeing him at rock bottom and he just lifelessly asked me for change- completely different dude.

I decided to move the family to Atlanta. I don't remember Jody being a huge part of it, but I'm sure it influenced me. He kind of started getting shite together in the last few months we lived there, but it didn't last. We left a dog with them and it ended up at the SPCA.