The First Of All The Rantings

Hi,
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Perhaps you live in a wonderful subdivision with every neighbor having a perfectly manicured lawn, wife, and hair cut. We could even kidnap you, blindfolded, and drop you into middle of no where suburbia and you would find your street- it's the one by a Subway, just down from the Wal-Mart, and next to that elementary school. In this perfectly manicured street of yours there is that neighbor, who undoubtedly should be more work motivated because his yard is not edged, his mailbox is not brick mason work, and he has two mini-vans with oil leaks and rusted dents. As a matter of fact, you look down the street and see amongst the straight brick built mailboxes, his mailbox, tilted at a 45 degree angle and holding on by the strength of 6 layers of color-matched duct tape. If you live next to this guy then all I can say is, "Hi neighbor, can I borrow your lawn equipment?"