If you were from my neighborhood, youâd automatically make it to the good neighbor list. Thereâs a man from across the street who shouts, âGood neighbor! Barcelona!â every night after his drinking escapades. Every time he’s home drunk , he greets everyone on his way  loudly, proudly, and with zero shame. And trust me, heâll be sure to point out that you are indeed a good neighbor.
When we first moved here, I found it a bit weird , like, why would a grown man go around screaming âgood neighborâ to just anyone? But if I remember correctly, there used to be a show on one of our local channels at that name. Maybe he loved Barcelona and the show so much that those are the two things that come to mind after a bottle or two.
I still consider him a good neighbor though. Despite the noise, heâs actually a great lad ,minds his own owns a cow and supplies milk to the rest of us at a fee, of course. I also get to borrow tools from him sometimes.
The voices in my head 