Single Speed Stella

Bad fences let the trailer park meth-heads go in and out and in and out and in and out of the gate over and over and over and over - twenty four hours a day- to go buy Gatorade at the 7-Eleven and open and close the same car door over and over and over and over...hobo boy and his lady friend now have a NEW friend and they were in and out and in and out and in and out and back and forth from their cars and talking to a cat at 2 am, and then slamming a car door at 3 am, and then buying Gatorade at 8 am and now they're going in and out and in and out and in and out of the gate over and over and over and over.

Irritating to read, right? More irritating in person - over and over and over and over. Dooder has had a F**king kayak strapped to the top of his car for two weeks, not on a rack, just tied to the top of the car denting the roof and scratching the paint, and he doesn't go anywhere, just in and out and in and out and in and out of the gate over and over and over and over.

The manager has told me that we'll be getting a brand, new, shiny fence with NO GATE soon, THANK YE GODS!!! It can't happen soon enough. I'm positive that the tweekers don't have enough strength or motivation to jump the fence. Plus, it would be really hard to do that with a huge bag full of Gatorade...