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Well... I've met the new neighbors -officially- and I don't like them. Allow me to explain. Get home from work today, and they're having a little get together across the road. That's all fine and dandy, right? Except they've got two cars blocking my driveway, and one parked IN my driveway, making it impossible for me to get into my driveway excepting driving over the grass - bad idea. And so, I walked over and knocked on the door, I was greeted with a lovely drunk person. I politely asked him to ask the owners of the vehicles to move their cars out of my driveway. I was given a half drunken beer and told to "lighten up". So I walked into the house, walked over to the dj area, yanked out the power cord and in my best scare the new recruits voice said "If you are parked in the driveway across the road, you have exactly thirty seconds to get to your vehicles and move them out of my driveway. After that, I start dragging." A second of silence. "Twenty seconds." Three people dashed out the door to their vehicles and got them moved.
Pain is okay. Puking is okay. Fear is okay. Falling is okay. Crawling is okay. Failure is okay. Quitting is not.