I have been so lucky with neighbors for the past 2 1/2 years.
Jay in the front house mows my lawn. Nice neighbor John got me drunk as often as I would let him until he passed away, and recently a lovely couple has moved into his house. The lady across the street gave me Halloween candy when I ran out, and those Navy pilots in the cute white house are pretty easy on the eyes.
I fear my luck has run out, though. The house behind me has become the Young Adult Party House.
You know the place - you probably had one. When you still live at home but your that first friend gets the crappy rental and everyone converges over there and doesn't give a crap because, hey, they don't live there and they have never lived anywhere or had to get up for work early because their mall jobs don't start until the stores open at 10 a.m.
The place where you stand around the driveway and drink and listen to the huge car stereo pumping with the doors open and yell at each other because everyone is drunk and talking at the same time.
Yeah, that house. Shoot me now.