I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My neighbor has a circular driveway... he can't get out.
It would be hard to go to your neighbor and say the things people say on the Internet without getting punched out or having your tires slashed.
When I was a young mother at home with a two year old and a five year old, living on the Eastside in one of those neighborhoods where all the houses look the same, where all the cars look the same and the lawns look the same, I was writing in secret.
I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, 'Get the hell off my property.'
I want you to be concerned about your next door neighbor. Do you know your next door neighbor?
We had this neighbor who was an actor, and he was going to an audition one day, driving by our house, and he asked if I wanted to tag along. He was reading for the part of the father, and they were reading for the part of the son the same day, and he told me to sneak in there and make it look like I knew what I was doing.
I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there.
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.
My mum says part of the reason we moved house, it was a rough area at the time, was down to that - they wanted to help me.
My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.