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. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for over twenty years, and it’s been my safe haven. Eight years ago, I lost my wife Margaret to cancer, and since then, it’s just been me and my grandson, Harry. He’s off in another city on a scholarship, and while he comes home for the holidays, most of the time, it’s just me and the quiet, which I’ve grown to appreciate. But that quiet life got a lot louder when Jack and his