I have never worried about Friday the 13, since it's just an old superstitious wive's tale, right? So, I decided to somewhat play hooky from the office and work on my truck a little; which means I loaded my truck on a trailer and hauled it to a shop to have some work done. Since I drive minitrucks and not fullsized trucks, I had to borrow a fullsize one to pull the trailer. After leaving work at 7 p.m. and driving 140 miles to get my sister's Tundra, I got to the place that I needed to pick up the trailer at 2 a.m. Once I got home, it was about 2:30 a.m., then I had to get the truck loaded and to a shop about 50 miles away by 8 a.m. I stayed awake to load the truck on the trailer.

The street I live on isn't the best when it comes to parking. I have real crappy neighbors, who refuse to park in their garages and don't know how to park to save their lives. I have actually used go-jacks to move this guy's car, because he parked right in the middle of an area where two cars should fit, after asking him nicely hundreds of times not to do that. Just because his stupid-ass Neon is lowered and has exhaust, he thinks it should be treated like a Ferrari and no one should park close to it.

So, when I pulled up with the 35 feet of truck and trailer and this idiot did it again, I was over it. I parked the truck and trailer in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get his car out when he left for work at 6 a.m. So, sometime around 6:15 a.m. there was a loud banging on my door, I wondered who it could be? (He he!) Before I could open the door to see who it was, this jackhole was already bitching that he couldn't get his car out to go to work, and threatening me about calling the cops ... wow.

Instead of asking me to move, he told me what I was going to do, or he was going to have me arrested. Oh, really? Didn't this idiot know who he was talking to? Apparently not, so I told him if that was what he wanted to do, he should go with those feelings. Seeing that I didn't fall for his threats, he pulled out his cell phone and called 911, then the dispatcher told him that an officer would be out as soon as possible, which in translation meant it was going to be a while.

I wished my neighbor the best of luck and went inside to get ready to take my truck to the shop.

About 7 a.m. I strolled out of my house to leave, and just as I thought: nothing. Apparently Krispy Kreams was having a sale on sprinkle-covered doughnuts. As I got into the truck, my neighbor came flying out of his house. He ran up to the driver side window, yelling at me to stop. I told him I wasn't stopping, rolled up my window, and began to drive away.

The guy was so pissed off, he socked the window. I thought, is this guy serious? He stands all of about 5'5'' and weighs maybe 140 pounds. He didn't break the glass, so I started laughing until he pulled back his fist again and put it directly in the middle of the door on my Colorado. Laughing turned to anger as I stopped and got out of the truck. When he saw me making a bee-line straight at him for punching the door of my truck, he was like a crack-head the way he ran, and we all know there's no catching a crack-head. I made sure that this waste of human skin didn't hurt my truck and I was on my way.

A few hours later, I got a call from one of my roommates, because there was a sheriff standing at the door asking for me. It seemed my wonderful neighbor thought up some story about how I beat him up and terrorized him. I started talking to the sheriff and he explained that I needed to stop what I was doing and go back to my house to deal with this. As politically correct as I could, I explained the situation and said that I would not be able to return home until that evening. He proceeded to inform me that if I didn't return, there would be a warrant issued for my arrest. I told him that he was going to have to wait until I got done and asked him to give the phone to my roommate. After talking with her for a few minutes, she said that it would be handled and not to worry about it.

Two of my roommates are L.A. County Sheriffs and have had problems with this guys as well, so a little payback just made her day. The moral of this story is to treat others with courtesy and respect, because you never know when you're going to run into that person who won't put up with it. -Peace out