The Pigs

Using this Subject generator, I was given the topic to write about a neighbor.  Here goes...

We have a small, one way street separating the buildings in my neighborhood, and because of this, we get a great view into our across the street neighbors.  We've never met, and it would be very uncomfortable to do so.  You see, we call them The Pigs.

It began during the summer a few years ago.  Two of them were hanging out their window smoking.  They were by no means beautiful, kind of oddly shaped with sharp eastern European features.  One of them, the fatter one, was wearing a low-cut shirt and we watched them wondering when her "bazongas" were going to escape.  Thus, she became Bazongas. The other one had an upturned nose and kept talking in a language I didn't understand (apparently it was Swedish) and she became "Little Pig."  This would change the next day into "Pig Tits" when we saw her walking around the apartment naked with a towel on her head and her small breasts flapping while she struggles to put on her skinny jeans.

We still watch them.  Every day we look if their lights are on.  Most Fridays we hear their parties and their blaring pop music keeps us awake.  But when we move, I will probably miss them.