(They're not dead, they just moved.)
My apartment building is about two minutes' drive from Baylor University, meaning that at least half the occupants are Baylor students. Sic 'em. And mercifully, with the rent here, my neighbors skew a bit more Grad Student and a bit less Idiot Freshman.
|Whatever, I don't care if the College Freshman meme is played out.|
Sadly, with college occupancy comes college turnover. After just two years, my floor of ten apartments had only two of the same tenants from 2011 - me and My Stoner Neighbors.
Many people might be put off by My Stoner Neighbors; weed is a divisive subject for some folks. The likelihood that they were dealing to a good portion of the building wouldn't help. In fact, the Venn diagram of our interests didn't have much overlap.
And yet, I'll miss their attempts to hotbox the entire floor. And the judging looks of guests walking down the hallway and correctly identified the apartment from which That Smell was coming. And most of all, I'll miss their reaction to Banjo.
Every time one of them saw me walking my dog, it was like watching a child discover dogs for the first time. Their bloodshot eyes would widen, their slacked jaws would form into a wide smile and they'd drawl, "Heyyyyy puppy!" Without fail, every freaking time. It was great.
Unfortunately, My Stoner Neighbors have moved on. They'll be missed.