So, I’m pretty sure my neighbor’s live-in boyfriend is a
drug dealer. Now, on one hand, this really annoys the crap out of me. Such
activity attracts a grungy, unwashed, tattooed smoker kind of crowd that hold
loud, outdoor parties with clouds of pot smoke drifting over the hedge. Then
there’s the fact that their life style brings an increased risk factor to the
area.  Also, I kind of think one of
their dogs died because it “ate that whole nugget.”  I’m not entirely sure what amount or type of drug a nugget
is, but I’m pretty sure that it can’t be good for a fat, old bulldog.

On the other hand, since Scruffy Boyfriend moved in, the
home maintenance is up and so are the weird, crime ridden stories I hear over
the hedge. Here I was just pondering what kind of mind set one of my characters
would need to indulge casually in crime and then Scruffy Boyfriend moves in
next door.  Suddenly, I have a case
study of how to do a drug deal one lawn over. This is fascinating stuff. Not to
mention the fact that Scruffy Boyfriend is actually forcing Neighbor Girl into
home maintenance. Up until recently, she’d simply been tossing bags of garbage
over the back fence to pile by the garage door.  Upon discovering this he freaked out and insisted she clean
up because he assumed (correctly) that it was only a matter of time before a
neighbor got annoyed and turned them in – can’t have city officials visiting
your place of illegal business.

But there are moral considerations at stake. Like, is it
wrong to turn him in once I’ve learned all I need for my story? Is it wrong to
rename my wireless network FBI Surveillance Van to mess with their heads?  Is it ok to not turn in Scruffy
Boyfriend because I don’t think I can take Neighbor Girl’s dating anymore?  If only I could skip to the end like a
Choose Your Own Adventure to see how things turn out.