The Problem With Drunk Neighbors

I peered out my bathroom window through the slats in the blinds. I could hear him calling me. He was so angry that I had his dog. He was angrier that I had called the police. I spoke softly to my children as we listened to him do his war cry towards me. I was afraid. I knew that any moment he was going to charge across the street with his knife and scalp me. As the garage door closed on his rising and falling voice he lunged back and forth looking directly at me. Hi ya ya ya....Hi ya ya ya. I swear he could see me behind the closed covering of the window. He was looking at me, waiting for his chance to attack.