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Tuesday, 11/01/2005 - 09:03 AM PDT
The topic: First decent night's sleep in weeks
And then, this morning, at 2:45, some asswipe driving down the street hit something. Made a lot of noise.
Woke up, heart pounding. We both jumped out of bed and I threw on my robe, Brian got into his sweatpants and shirt. I grabbed the flashlight and was out the door ahead of him and he cautioned me to be careful.
We saw nothing around the yard, so walked up to the end of the driveway. Across the street, one house up, there was trash all over the street. Someone ran into their trash. Four or five large plastic trashcans. They were all pushed at least twenty five feet and there was garbage strewn all over their lawn and the street.
We kind of figured it was some drunk, coming over the hill. We came back inside and got back into bed. Brian heard people talking and we looked out the window. Saw one of the neighbor's walking back down to his house.
This morning, when Brian was putting the dumpster out, he spoke with this guy. It would seem that the hitting of the trashcans was a deliberate thing. While he was out speaking with the woman across the street, a Ranger started down the street, saw them in the middle of it talking, and turned around on a side street. They saw the truck drive off up the hill, then heard it hit more trash cans somewhere on the other side of the hill.
It took me over an hour to get back to sleep.
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