I was sent an email by a good friend containing about 7 new rules for 2007.
I agreed with three of them and thought them worth sharing.

New Rule #1:
There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.

New Rule #2:
Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.

New Rule #3:
If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If so, then plan your future around saying" Do you want fries with that?
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I would like to start of saying it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood but it's overcast, cold and looking like it could snow some.
I have this neighbor who lives in the upstairs apartment next door. He's this black guy, I've talked to him when he first moved in and he seems like an intelligent, friendly sort.
He's lived there with his wife and kid for about the last 6 months now. And after watching things that have been going on for that long I've come to the conclusion that he's dealing drugs.
Proof? I have none but my suspicions actually. My experience from my previous life has shown me what to look for when drug deals are "going down".
One day I'll see a nice looking Chevy pull up in front. My neighbor comes out the door and gets into the car and it drives off. Ten minutes later the car pulls back up, sits there for a bit and my neighbor jumps out and the car takes off.
He then goes back into his apartment.
A couple of days later, an entirely different car pulls up and the same thing happens.
Although I'm not here %100 of the time to see what is going on, I have seen this enough to think there is something happening.
For all I know, this guy might have a lot of friends from various backgrounds that comes to take him for a ride around the block a few times.
Or more likely, he's "dealing" and as a smart drug dealer will do, he would rather do his dirty work somewhere other than his own neighborhood.
Either way, stand by for more on this guy.