324/365 07/12/2026

324/365 07/12/2026

I liked getting under my neighbor’s skin. Sometimes it’d be major, like building a second fence two feet onto my side of the property line and painting it with rainbows. Other times it’d be simple, like calling the lawn guy we shared Jesus. 

“He prefers hey-SOOSE,” my neighbor would say.

“I don’t speak Mexican,” I’d say. “So it’s GEE-zus.” And then I’d get to watch his cheeks get red.