Sometimes I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone.
A neighborhood is basically a village. Be antisocial in a village, brehs.
I can name every single family on the block of that I grew up on.
Some neighborhoods are not designed to be communal, and so, I can understand in those situations. Many subdivisions have no side walks or have homes setback and large lots.
But the Leave it to beaver neighborhood that I grew up in, it's impossible to not form relationships with the people that live around you.
Same! My parent have been in the same house for over 25 years. Most of the neighbors have been there the same amount of time. "The cul-de-sac", as I refer to it, is tight. I grew up with all of my neighbors' kids and its dope seeing them during the holidays and smoking a J in the driveway like we used to.
Word spreads quickly too. Two summers ago, my pops fired the cac landscaper for being late and lazy all the time. Within a week he was fired from every house in the cul-de-sac. My pops then found a breh who did a spectacular job on the lawn and got him hired at every house. He comes through every 2 weeks, cuts, trims, and treats everyone's lawn in a day, and gets that bag. Extra when it's time to trim up the hedges. Breh went from a Chevy pickup with a rickety mower to a Ford F450 and all John Deere equipment in two summers

. Hit my dad with the

when he pulled up all-green with the JD hat to match back in March.
The power of community
