I'll preface my story by saying that I did most of my growing up in East Texas (Huntsville, Clear Lake) and exposed to relatively conservative values. I'm not a choir boy by any means, but there are some things in life that still leave me in a state of shock. I've lived in Vegas for about a year and a half and have learned that if you want anything, and I literally mean anything, you can find it somewhere in Vegas. The house I live in is on the side of a steady upslope in Henderson. From the second story windows, you can see down into the yards of the neighbors behind us, who are set below us in a stairstep fashion. So the story starts out on a Saturday morning, a week ago, I woke up around 7:30am because my 18 month old was climbing around the bed trying to get someone up. My wife was still sleeping so I decided to get up and start the day and tend to my son. I've always had pretty screwed up vision and wear contacts to combat my near-sightedness. So my normal routine consists of hopping out of bed, going to the john and shaking the dew off my lily pad. Once I'm done, I'll go put my contacts in and head downstairs. So, after getting out of bed on this particular Saturday, leaving my son to harass my wife, I go into bathroom to take care of business. While standing there looking out the window, I notice some movement from one of the backyards directly behind us. I finish my business, put my contacts in and proceed back to the bathroom window to see what was going on. Lo and behold I am floored by what I see. There, out in the open, is a fully nekkid woman laying crossways in one of those big oval wicker backyard chairs. She is completely sprawled out with legs pointed straight in the air. Sitting beside her was her fully nekkid husband/boyfriend/escort/SO apparently helping take care of business by letting his "fingers do the walking". After picking my jaw up off the floor, I go back into the bedroom to my wife's side (who is now awake) and tell her to put her glasses on and go look out the bathroom window. She proceeds to and is in as much shock as I was. She then says, no one is ever going to believe us, we should video tape it. So, I scramble around trying to find the video camera. When I finally found it (a couple of minutes later), I go to turn it on and the battery is dead. By that time, the couple had decided that it was time to return to the "privacy" of the indoors and were no longer there. My wife and I just laughed it off as "what happens in Vegas is freakin' crazy". Since then, we've seen this particular lady out several times in her backyard in the buff with seemingly no care in the world. She and her SO must be some sort of naturists or something of the sort...I've definitely not had the nerve to peak over the fence and say hello. And, if any of you were wondering, the view is definitely not worth saying "this thread is useless without pics". If I were to take any and post them, there would be a Hangout uprising and unanimous calls for my dismissal from the board. In other words...not very hot. So there's my interesting neighbor story from Sin City.
This wasn't my neighbor, technically, but... I was going back to my rehearsal space downtown right across from one of the nicer loft complexes. It was probably 3am or so. As a buddy and I are exiting the place, we hear a sound and look up. The corner second floor loft has a nice sized deck/balcony with a medium sized railing on it. A REALLY hot girl is bent over the railing completely naked and wailing loudly as a naked guy gives it to her from behind. They obviously knew that people were around and would hear, but they didn't seem to care. We hung out for a minute or two, but then it just got creepy, so we took off. Last I saw as I was driving away, they were still going at it.
My neighbor likes to go wild in her backyard but she's in her mid 40's. Great body but not so great looks. I talked to her once I could see her nipps showing off but it didn't shake me a bit. Maybe if I was younger that would have been followed by a wild hot shower.
1. lived downstairs from a drug dealer in college. he had all sorts of interesting things going on. i found a $100 bill one day in the grass outside my apartment on the way to class; 2. first apartment with my wife...we lived next to a prostitute...the walls were paper-thin. it was interesting for a short period of time. after that, it became annoying when it would wake you up in the middle of the night; 3. the prostitute moved out...and was replaced by a couple who moved here from dallas. she was chemically imbalanced. she tried to kill herself when they'd get in fights. he'd call the cops. she was sent to a ward for awhile. after getting out she walked back to their apartment...she was waiting by the door when i got home from class one day. she wanted me to help her break a window so she could get back into her apartment. "yeah, no i'm not gonna do that."
I had a neighbor with a dog graveyard in his backyard..like 15+ gravestones, he was hella old, like 75 or something. When I was 10 me and my cousins would always scare eachother about it, saying ghosts were there etc. Then around the time his wife died we saw him digging a huge grave in the backyard. I thought it was his wife and was scared sh!tless until we moved a few yrs later. I later found out it was an empty grave he put in honor of his wife loving the dogs or whatever.
This reminds of the the Patrick Ewing quote. Something along the lines of, " they blew me, i hung around, and I left."
I almost forgot... When I was living in Austin, I lived at this little apartment complex near UT. The apartment next to ours was empty until this chick moved in the middle of the week. She seemed a little odd, but nothing too off the wall. It was really cold outside - in the 40's - and we saw she had walked out by the pool. She was dancing around the pool and singing. It was the middle of the day. Finally, she just dove in with her clothes on and swam around for a few minutes. When she got out, she took off all her clothes, hung them on the railing around the pool area and walked back into her apt. We could hear her singing inside her place. I was gone for a day or two and when I got back I was talking to the apartment manager. He told me the day after I left, these guys from a hospital came by looking for her. Turns out she was actually committed to a mental hospital and had escaped. How the hell she managed to get an apartment I have no idea.
My wonderful neighbor - is certifiably crazy - has a lengthy rap sheet (attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, arson, etc.) - threatens to kill someone just about every day (usually his ****sucking little brother) - is armed to the teeth - is an alcoholic - drools all over himself when he drinks - has a fu manchu growing out of his ears - is a swinger The last four combine for a nice visual. No good specific story - YET.
