In my neighborhood…

December 4th, 2007

…there’s no way you could be dead for two years without anyone noticing.

After about two weeks someone would be pounding on your door and asking why the hell your grass wasn’t cut. (Or your driveway wasn’t shoveled, best viagra ampoule depending on the season.)

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  • 1. Kate  |  December 5th, 2007 at 12:19 pm

    And New Yorkers wonder why the rest of the country thinks they are cold hearted SOB’s. sigh…. If her ‘friends’ cared one hoot about her, they would have done all they could to make sure she got some obviously needed help.

  • 2. capper  |  December 5th, 2007 at 10:13 pm

    Didn’t she owe anyone some money? Taxes? Credit cards? Rent?

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