im watching you

i kind of like my neighborhood. granted, it doesnt have the cast of characters that some neighborhoods in worcester has (apparently, marys soul gets saved every saturday and the screaming crazy man on the street shouts it to the world with possible megaphone use). and its seriously gotten much better since they took out that sketchtastic pay phone at the end of the street (because really, who uses pay phones on the streets of worcester besides drug dealers and the ladies of the night). and now that ive got some time off, ive become that person that watches the happenings on my street. like a few days ago when a woman who must live a few houses down whom i had never met was running after her child who was standing on the steps with his arms crossed, pouting, with elmo backpack on in tow, refusing to leave the stair to catch the bus while her dog was simultaneously attacking me. as this complete stranger runs past me she looks and me and grunts "NEVER have pets or kids" and then continued on. love my neighbors. so today being the voyeur that i am i decide to sit on my front steps watching my across the street neighbors. all 42 of them. i knew this house was a revolving door with basically the entire city of worcester living across from me at some point in time, but seriously, the crap that comes in and out of that house is amazing. i literally watched today as 6 men alternated moving out 4 cases of beer, and then rolled out a tire, 4 cases of beer, then another tire. rinse and repeat times about 8, and that is what came out of their apartment. why were there tires??? so many tires??? what would one do with so many tires inside an apartment?? tire swing? tire obstacle course? do they love the smell of tires? lets not even discuss the amount of beer that came out of there. i was one step away from CAGE-ing them, but i realized, the beer was undrunk, so maybe it wasnt for them. and my alcoholism lecture would fall on deaf ears. too late anyways. they are packed up and gone. with their tires. and ill never know why.