Contributed by John Gullick on Oct 22, 2015
Let me tell you a story.
Mr Jackson, everyday, looked angrily towards his neighbours.
Fushia and Watt. What kind of names were they? It made him angry. Tattoos, and, she had a nose piercing, and, their dog chased his cat.
Mr Jackson sighed.
Parties sometimes, well barbeques, cars parked on his