You Just Can't Win

You just can't win, or at least I can't win in Kentucky. I moved a few years ago to avoid my old neighborhood. A wise choice, but I didn't gain much by it. I found a house in a subdivision that was undeveloped. It was a subdivision, so there were rules, or at least there were supposed to be. The place was undeveloped, so there were deer and turkey in abundance. The neighbors were quite. It seemed ideal. Okay, so it was a bit inconvenient, but a small consideration to get rid of the old neighbors.
Of course I forgot one of the first cardinal rules. Hillbilly idiots don't reveal themselves right away. They tend to hide and you don't see their stupidity until months latter.
One of my neighbors seemed nice. I didn't hear a peep out of them for months. They did keep a couple of annoying hound dogs who they let run loose to hunt things at night without supervision, but that was a small price to pay to avoid my previous problems.
I got my first indication of trouble when I had been here about six months. I needed to get my car towed and one of the first questions the driver asked me was whether I knew my neighbor. Then I got that enigmatic smile and no further information. Not a good sign.
I found out why about six months latter when my neighbor tried to start a trash service. Not what you think of when you hear the words trash service, but a service that consisted of said neighbor running around in his pickup truck and bringing everyone's trash back to the subdivision and then burning it in his yard. Of course, I soon found out that Wayne county Kentucky is as useless and corrupt as Clinton county Kentucky. Go figure. I got the state to come out, but that took a couple of days.
In typical hillbilly fashion, the neighbor stopped, but looked for new ways to piss everyone off. His latest project was to run a landscaping business and to bring all the tree limbs and brush home to burn. If he lived on a 100 acre farm, it wouldn't bother me, but in a subdivision? Of course, the county was just as useful as before and once again I had to get the state involved.
I seem to have a talent for buying houses next to problem neighbors.