My Neighbors Wrapped My Car in Tape after I Asked Them to Stop Parking in My Spot, I Did Not Let It Slide
My name is Gregory Watson. I’m in my early fifties, and I’ve lived in the same neighborhood for more than twenty years. After my wife, Margaret, passed away from cancer eight years ago, it’s just been me and my grandson, Harry. He’s a smart kid, off in another city on a scholarship. He visits during…