The neighbors I have now are no doubt the
friendliest, most interesting and, well, neighborly street-mates I’ve
ever encountered. So why do I sometimes find myself avoiding them, or
any potential friends for that matter? The concept of neighborhood
etiquette (and previously, dorm life) is totally lost on me.
The other day, you called me just to talk, and it scared the shit out of me. You sat down, somewhere quiet and alone,
gambling a little bit of your evening hoping I’d pick up and gamble a
little bit of mine on you, too.