If this Van's a rockin'... call the cops

We have this neighbor, who Scott has affectionately named "Panal Van" because he drives one of those molester vans. No one has met him yet, he moved in a few months ago. He's a renter of this house across the street. We live in a nice neighborhood with friendly neighbors, so this guy dosn't really fit in. So, about once a week he blasts his soul music at about 1:00am. This usually lasts anywhere until 2am or sometimes 5:00am.

Last night I was woken up by the music and then a sound of a car alarm. I suppose someone called the cops because about a half hour later the po-lece arrived. Our other neighbor Bob, who looks creepy, but is a really cool guy talked to the police. I'm listening to all of this crouched under our window like an old lady who las nothing better to do at 4am than listen to the neighbor's drama. Scott is saying "come back to bed old lady", so I do, but I still listen. We have a very quiet 'hood and with the windows open I can hear very clearly. The cop just hangs out and then he leaves. Then the real fun begins.


We hear tires screeching and yelling. My ears perk up and the game is on! I'm lovin' it. I go back over to my window and listen. I don't know what panal van and his woman were arguing about, but it lasted for about 30 min. At this point it's about 5am. It ended with her driving off.

Just now our other neighbor Ivan (who is a young guy who wears Versace glasses and suites) arrived home at the same time I did. We had a good laugh about panal van and his woman. He lives right next door so he got it worse then me. He said they were arguing about someone being out at the bars late. Wierd, I know. It's like who fights at 5am? I'm living the ghetto version of desprate housewives!