I’m late to the sob story party, but I visited a neighbor recently asking if I could buy some cypress knees from him (part of a tree root used for carving and woodworking). The house was closed up so tight I couldn’t see any light through the curtains, and this was late afternoon, certainly not dark. I could hear people inside and so I knocked on the door a couple of times, but no one came. Then I heard a couple of shotgun blasts out behind the house and naively figured that someone was out back target shooting, so I walked around the house. The neighbor came storming out the back door swearing like a sailor and pointed the gun towards me. I tried telling him what I wanted but it’s hard to be rational staring down a 12 gauge barrel. He told me to “git” and I “gitted.” He used to be a fine neighbor but I’m pretty sure he and his family are messed up with dealing drugs.
