Did you ever have the feeling you were being watched, only instead of being watched there was a shotgun pointed at your head?
I parked the truck kind of behind a big tree. Across the dirt lot was a two story house with a maze of gates and fences defending it from intruders. After a few steps the upstairs window opened followed by a man appearing at the front door.
Surprisingly, the man was very friendly and after he agreed to sell me a used tire to replace my flat the upstairs window shut. I love it here in Florida.
