Another Party

Another weekend, the boy next door didn't want his pushbike anymore, so he threw it onto the road.  Two utes (cars owned by friends of the boy), then ran over the pushbike.  They did burnouts on the road.  The music was so loud, I had to shut myself in the bedroom and put on the air conditioner and fans to try and drown it out.  The drinking continued all weekend.  The language could be heard all over the street. 

Then the boy next door got onto his trail bike and roared up and down the road for a while.  As he came down the road the last time, he was going way too fast, and tried to spin the bike around.  It didn't work and he came off the bike.  He didn't hurt himself, probably too drunk to feel it.  But, the bike smashed into our driveway and dug out some concrete.  Pieces of the bike lay on the road and on our footpath.  All the boys were laughing and yahooing. 

One of the boys then went to the road and using a mop, and a bucket of water, began scrubbing at the burn marks, that the cars had made from their burnouts.  Surprisingly, a lot of it came off. 

We spoke to a neighbour after this incident, who told us that one of our neighbours further down the street, was sick and tired of the boys smashing palings off her fence.  She was on her own with her two small children, and was scared for her children and herself.  So, she was moving. 

A few days later, I spoke to another neighbour, who also said they were selling up and moving.  They said they didn't want to leave Caboolture, but they had had enough of living here.

One of the neighbour pointed out the shoes hanging over the electricity line.  I hadn't noticed them before.  She told me that someone had told her that shoes over the line near a house meant that it was a drug house.  A house that sold drugs.  I hadn't heard that before.  I mentioned it to the police, who said they also had heard of that before.

Another neighbour rang the local council to complain about the state of the road.  The glass on the road was now pretty thick and she was worried that a child would walk on it.  She also informed the council of the shoes on the line, and of the tags painted on the road.  A few days later a council truck appeared.  Two guys swept up the glass from the road, retrieved the shoes from the line and painted the tags on the road.  The paint they used to paint over the tags however didn't work.  As when the sun shines on the road, the tags can still be clearly seen.  Also, the council guys ran out of paint halfway through, and left.  So part of the tag is still clearly showing on the road.