I have actually known two of my neighbors for quite a while, but that's not too odd since I grew up in the house I now live in. Across the street is a retired couple whose daughter used to babysit me way back when. The dad occasionally gets shitfaced drunk in the middle of the day and wanders over to talk about absolutely nothing. The guy next to me is a contractor, and he's been "remodeling" his house for like 6 years now. It's incredibly annoying that there's construction noises going on all day, especially when it starts at 7:30 AM on a Saturday. During my drinking days I would curse him as I lay in bed with a wicked hangover, but now since I wake up sober and very early, it doesn't bother me as much anymore. He's very friendly, helps me carry in my Christmas tree and lends me tools if I need them. Across the street on the other side of my house is a group of Brazilian students. They like to have really big, loud parties, and once one of their friends came over to my house while I was gardening, and asked me to marry him. Because I was startled and stupid, I actually gave him my number, and a few days later he left me a message, beatboxing a request for a date. Which was: going over to his house to watch TV with him and his buddies. Such a lame attempt at a date made me realize he was in his early 20s, and not worth a moment of my time. It was one of the lamest and funniest messages I've ever gotten, and I saved it for months to play for my friends. Recently I ordered Indian food for dinner, and the delivery guy was a 5'1 guy who lived in that house. He told me to come over the next time they threw a party. I told him I don't really party anymore and he looked very sorry for me.