Hello Adam, welcome to the bedroom.

Ola, Bichola!

Ola!

So I've got multiple ones, but aside from my annoying neighbors now that play their EBM music and I'm in an apartment,

they play it all evening long.

When I lived in Gold Bar, I had a neighbor that would come over, drink beer, cool guy, and everything, and ask me to help him do stuff.

And so I would go help him do things, shovel his driveway, put gravel in his driveway. Then any time I barely asked

him to help me do anything, but if I did or he offered to do something, he wanted money.

What?

Damn. Constantly. But you could help him. Did he ever even offer you money?

I would help him shovel new gravel into his

driveway and I'd get a couple beers. And if I was out putting gravel in my driveway, he'd

come over and go, oh, you want a hand? And I go, yeah, okay, sure. And then he'd be like,

okay, I'll do it for 40 bucks bucks so i hope you stopped helping this guy

oh yeah 100% yeah i would i would not did did you think that he maybe uh got caught on to what

was going on i think i had a tree fall on my house and by time i got got home, he had limned a tree, chopped it all up and everything, and I was like, oh, awesome, thanks.

My house is damaged. You took it off my roof. I really appreciate it. $150. Bucks.

Are you serious?

And I didn't ask him to do it. He just did it. And then when I got home, he charged me for it.

Did he have a job?

He was an excavator operator, and he shattered his leg, and so he was disabled and didn't. He couldn't he was on, but he can live a tree. He was on disability. Exactly. I mean, what would have happened if he'd be given $150 bucks? Like, what do you get, reconstruct the tree and put it back on the house? Probably nothing would have happened. You know, he just would have stopped talking to me, which would probably have been a good idea.

Yeah, sounds like it.

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