I cannot express how disappointing this news is. That house is perfect for a family. There is a pool in the backyard, where Derek used to play with his best friend. There is a door in the fence that connects our yards.
Now that stupid door will connect us to some stupid guy we don't know. I don't like this one bit, and I've told P as much. Of course, he doesn't care, even if the guy might be some kind of lunatic, because I was interrupting his watching of a freaking Phillie's game. Did I tell you how much I hate baseball? (Not Derek's games, of course)
|this is not him (I don't think)|
I'm sure that he's very nice, but this is like the worst case scenario. I can only hope that he is quiet and keeps to himself. I'm not very optimistic.