Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some entitled Neighbors, Neighbors from Hell, whatever you want to call it, I'm excited.

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in to today's neighbor story this story comes from similar band 9529 it started off in entitled people

then i believe it went on to another surreditic called neighbors from hell it's called my entitled

neighbors from hell part. There's two

parts to it. It's all very big. Let's get involved. This is part one of two. This is a story that spans

many years about my interactions with the entitled family next door that turned into Neighbors from

hell, whose actions and misbehaviors cost me tens of thousands.

I'll try to describe the events in approximately chronological order.

I-55 male bought my first house in 93.

I guess it was beginner's luck, but I have never had an issue with any neighbors.

All my neighbors were approachable but not noisy,

with no expectations, at least for the first decade or so. That was until October 2005,

when the house next door was bought by a family that soon became known as my entitled Neighbours

from Hell, Enfh. They were new to California, and Mr. Entitled had just been hired as a new

law school professor. I'm not going to name the school, but you see, excuse the pronunciation,

the Berkeley Bay Area has several colleges, so I'll let the reader guess. They seemed nice at first, being socially cordial to

neighbors, but I should have known they were going to be troubled a day after they moved in.

Their sewer clogged and gallons of poop started overflowing out of their clean-out, halfway

up their driveway and under my kitchen window. Pure joy. Upon notifying my new neighbors, I was informed they knew about

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