The R.A.G. Files

FAREMOUNT. When you live in a neighborhood with homes that have barely stood the tests of time and you want to try and improve the look of your home, you had better go through the city council first.
Carl Meyer tried just that. He was trying to put on a deck on the front of the house to spruce it up. The Faremount city council ordered him to cease his actions. When asked why, the council told him that it doesn’t fit with the rest of the neighborhood. The rest of the neighborhood? Across the street from Carl’s home is a delapitated Meth house, where the rear wall of the basement is caving in. The windows are boarded up among some of the homes on this block. From being smashed out at parties, or just vagrancy.
So Carl, wanting to keep up with the city’s wishes, decided to turn his deck into a dog kennel for pit bulls, he dug his yard up, bought a hulk of a rotting car and placed it in the driveway, tore the door off his garage, boarded up a couple of windows, and dumped six ashcans of cigarette butts on his front yard.
“There,” he panted, “now I’m even with the rest of the neighborhood.”