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Where I live, entertainment is free of charge. Neighbors always sparring back and forth. Through layers of blistered clapboard poverty... One time they really tied one on, he was barking incoherently. She volleyed back calling him "Mr. teeny weeny." Afterwords there was nothing but a hard silence, I hadn't laughed like that in a long, long while- Just last fall, a father and son were in front of my house. Knives in hand ready to carve each other into bloody clowns. I watched in awe, there's no future in being the neighborhood snitch. Unfortunately, both of the clowns stumbled away and lived.