Porch Loitering

I was on the computer when I heard voices.  It sounded like arguing, but I thought it was the television in the next room.  But then I heard “n-word this” and “n-word that”, and I thought that can’t be MSNBC.

So I go to the front door and sitting on the porch ledge are these two guys.  As soon as I opened my door to ask why they were on my porch immediately they’re all, “Oh, sorry man.  I didn’t know anybody lived here.”

“Who do you think takes care of all these plants?” I said, gesturing towards the front yard.  Specifically, the 30 feet of yard that seperates the sidewalk from my porch.

It was raining, but they had umbrellas.  Why they chose to hang out on my porch, I don’t understand.  I thought I smelled pot.  Maybe they were high and showed up at the wrong address.  Or I just live in a crummy neighborhood.