Freaky Neighbors

Somehow I never manage to get normal neighbors and throughout the last year many of my friends and family have heard me bitch about the neighbor's strangeness (and their piece of shit car that neither of them have a license for but drive anyway).

On Friday I went to take a bag of trash out to my garbage can. There wasn't much in there - an old binder of Beacon auction stuff and a small plastic sack. And for some reason when I opened the can to throw the bag away, I noticed the papers in the binder were strewn all over the can and the binder was gone.

The trash can was next to the house so granted anyone could of have walked up to the house to go through my garbage...I do live east of 63rd Street you know. But I am almost positive it was my neighbors. *sigh* I can now add dumpster diving to their list of freakiness.