Rant below. Safety image and text for your time.

I hate this fucking place. We have a goddamn neighborhood magazine for “Individuals Living The Kettle Valley Lifestyle.” Nobody talks to each other, everybody’s judging, everything’s too expensive, and everyone you meet seems like a fucking mannequin. What happened to personality? What happened to community? What happened to not being a bitch and not asking for more neighbourhood patrols so the cops can drive by real slow while I’m working on my car and give me the eye? The world’s too fucking serious, and people are too busy dicking about to pull their heads out of their asses. I’ll be damned if they never talk to me in person, yet have the nerve to indirectly tell me what I cannot do, despite what the bylaws say.