d.h. lawrence among the snowcapped peaks shirley after we arrived of what we've encountered get that fuck out of here. for the past our screaming and crying, if list pounding on a car hood and screen doors slamming and in the midst of the battle the voice of a small boy a talking to himself. i said i want you out of year. these are my neighbors. rose asea and jose marti it -- martinez 23 years old. the boy is five years old. she has black hair that she teases old school style and his peers shaped. every prose is as tense as a hammer she almost always wears t-shirts and flip-flops'. jose is short and wears his bet -- baseball caps backwards and reassurance and tennis shoes. what little hair peeks out is cut close. are rarely hear his voice although the courtyard access a megaphone so the southern hand of the village can listen. it is almost always rose's screams we here. it is a couple times a week. i am in the attic looking over the trailer of the other neighbor i took an old head the door and propped up on a sawhorse that is now riding desk. she is accusing him of stealing her marijuana.