I married a gal that lives in Harahan, in the home she was raised in. It's a working class neighborhood with mostly working class people. We're next door to the dregs -the ones that have numerous non running trucks lined up in the drive such that parking all over the street is common. They've just finished building a 16ft long bar and added a couple big screens so their dreg drinking buddies can come enjoy some genuine dreg ambience and compete in the nightly "F" and "MF" yelling contest. The back of the man cave/bar is falling off so as to join hands with the piles of junk cars, junk 3 wheelers, rotting lumber stacks -the 55gal barrel of waste oil has been overturned onto the drainage grate in the corner of the yard for a decade. Rats scurry in and out of the property and the daddy dreg texts me photos of the ones he shot with a pellet gun years ago. The jobless cousin from up north moves in to join the pre-teen daughter, the foul mouthed yat mother, the now "of legal age so he's a regular pot smoker" son and the loudest barking great dane ever born. Every night the drinking and cursing event is in full swing with at least one or two visitors joining in. I can't count how many times I've asked them to shut it down and in as many different ways as is humanly possible. They've figured out that we'll never stop calling the police if they run much after 10pm so only lately have they started to end things around that time. Council members, mayor, chief, patrols, EPA, neighbors ...everyone knows about "these people" and NOTHING much has changed. I'm building an 8ft high fence and I guess will start soundproofing my walls when I'm done with the border wall as my sound machine isn't really enough to keep me from writing this. Daddy dreg called me today and asked if he could borrow my pulley tool. I said sure, go in my toolbox and help yourself. I'm nice to them, even though I've threatened to whip every ass he knows if he parks anything in front of my house. He's nice to me, brings me BBQ on occasion. The situation is, they live in a completely different reality than we do. They see nothing wrong with the way they live. I turned 55yo today, I watched my grandkids most of the day and had to go look at a job in BR. Stopped at Cabelas to be sure there's no ammo -confirmed. At night I'd like to listen to the river boat traffic, maybe some music or a TV show without having to hear a bunch of hard legs jerking each other's ego until late. Well...it's 10:05pm, I just heard the 1st truck pull off -exhaust sounds like a cherry bomb. The other dregs haven't given up yet, guess it's time to make the materials list for the soundproofing. I loathe this society -lucky for them I've chosen sobriety and God (and you guys, it seems). Good night BS'ers!