What's Your Next-Door Neighbor Story?

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i have been living with people known as neighbors for a very long time. i am form the countryside. it is a known fact that people who live in urban areas tend to think of folks from town outskirts as fools. they have told me numerous times that i was nothing and that i would amount to nothing in life. i can hear their cackles cutting through the quietness of the night and i am not impressed. i spend most of the time watching and reading cartoon strips. the only men who loves me is a little fellow nextdoor. his name is juju. he makes sure that i am satisfied. when i come from a night shift expedition, he asks me where the hell i have been. he ask me if i feel neglected. he agrees with me in almost anything i say. he is quickly growing up and understands right from wrong. his father works night shift like i. he says that his manager makes his job well too easy. he likes drinking beer. he is not an alcoholic. he tipped me two years back when i wanted to leave my job. i was so cross with my boss. he used to snap and believe anything that was said about me by those who never adored me for reasons known to them. my supervisor had no problems whatsoever about me but i found myself called to my boss's office time and again. i told him that i hated arguing. he understood. iwalked back home bragging. i heared those lousy neighbours who knew more about i more than i knew quip; 'you have been fired.' i got cross and played my radio loud to destress. i called juju and asked him what he wanted. he answered;' i need ice lollies and fries.' i laughed, baked fries in my oven and took lollies out of the fridge. 'do they stay in there?' juju asked me. i told my neighbors that i was disappointed that out of all the people in the world, they were the least i expected to hate me. they were shocked. i told juju's mother that taking out trash for a neighbor was not as bad as hating. he always hit juju for taking out my trash. she reasoned;' i was afraid that the trash truck would kill my little boy.' i understood what she was saying.

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As part of our new webcomic, Next-Door Neighbor, we thought it appropriate to have a little contest. Tell us your best true next-door neighbor story, and the winning tale will be matched with an artist and transformed into a webcomic and included as the final installment of Next-Door Neighbor.

About Next-Door Neighbor


No matter how close or how far, we all live next to someone, and we all have a Next-Door Neighbor story. With that in mind, editor Dean Haspiel asked some of his favorite storytellers and cartoonists to create their favorite NDN stories so we could share them with you.

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