big dirty van (2) the cat in the bag

Understandably, our new neighbors were worried and suspicious about who exactly had moved into the hood. They figured that the other meth-heads must be time and we had probably over from them or were in for them. Either way, we were bad as far as they were concerned. One day, a lady named Felice up the courage and bravely introduced herself. Within a few minutes the cat was out of the bag and the drug dealing history of our little house was revealed.

to make a first impression in your neighborhood, right? We were stunned. Our realtor conveniently those juicy details out when describing the place. I can't really him, though. I guess I would do the same thing. We quickly explained our and everyone was visibly relieved. Eventually, we all had a good laugh about it. There might have even been hugs, I don't remember exactly. But word .

thing we knew, warm home-made chocolate chip cookies were brought over by the other neighbors on the long days that we worked to make our little house a home. We'd work into the night, at hours, and it felt good to know that our neighbors appreciated the effort we were into making the neighborhood a little nicer. If it hadn't been BDV, chances are we wouldn't have bonded as much as we did.

To sum it up, I never thought such a piece of crap could such a great ice breaker. But that's exactly what it did and I'm thankful for it. We sold the van we didn't need it anymore. But if you're still , BDV, we love you and hope your dirtiness is appreciated.