My neighbor came knocking at my door last night. I thought she just wanted to borrow some eggs or sugar or something, but no. She wanted to gossip.

It seems that I had driven right by a major drug bust two doors down from her across the street and hadn’t even noticed.

Cool!

I never noticed because there are always strange cars parked at that house. It’s been a kind of an open secret that those people were into drugs, but I never talked to them. They were pretty weird in general, and had some really nasty dogs that they’d let out in the fenced front yard to bark at passersby. I never let the kids cross the street when those dogs were out. Maria’s home all the time, and she’s seen some really weird people going up to that house and leaving quickly. She’s also found drugs in the street in front of the house.

But these strange cars were all shiny new. The neighbor said they’d been there since early afternoon. We peeked out through my curtains, since she can’t see their house from hers, and sometimes ventured out front to look around the bushes.

All the real excitement must have been over before I got home. We think they took him away, but we don’t know about her. Since they did come and take the dogs, I’m thinking that they took her too.

There were cops there all night, or at least until I went to bed. They towed some of the cars, and somehow moved the woman’s car over in front of my house. The police brought in a big blue utility truck. I thought it was just a tool truck, but later on, they fired up a generator, and had the back door of it open and were bringing loads of who knows what in and out of it. I think it must be an undercover drug-testing mobile lab.

So, boo that I live in a neighborhood with that sort of thing going on, but yay that it’s gone now. I wonder why they didn’t nail the druggies on the corner? Maybe they’re just trashy people who aren’t into drugs. Yeah, and maybe I’m the Pope.