My Neighbors Wrapped My Car in Tape after I Asked Them to Stop Parking in My Spot I Did Not Let It Slide
My name is Gregory Watson, and I’m in my early 50s. For more than twenty years, this neighborhood has been my home. After my wife Margaret passed away from cancer eight years ago, it’s been just me and my grandson, Harry. He’s off in another city, studying on a scholarship, and although he visits during the holidays, most of the time, it’s just me and the quiet, which I’ve grown to appreciate. But all that peace vanished when Jack and his son, Drew, moved in next door. Jack strutted around