Straw, the last or not?

Sherlock or his chickie ^{I think}tried to spit on me from the second floor.  Then the fucker watched and glared at me while I went to fetch my garbage can.  Mayhaps he feels emasculated over the loss of his big(way to big for an apartment) butch dog and further insulted over the fact that it was then replaced by a fluffy yapping neurotic mess?  If he'd kept the big one quiet we'd never have said a word, and we didn't say anything about the fluff.  *sigh* 

I am well and truly tired of this craptacular circus.  I rarely speak or even really look at my neighbors, so perhaps he takes my current treatment of him and his own as some sort of passive aggressive strike. Hmmm.  Eh, oh well, I'll give him a nice loud "What do you want smeghead?" next time he tries to give me the evil eye.   After that will either be a truce or an all out battle...  I've had a neighbor like him before and that man was an alcoholic, wife beating, jesus freak.  More of the same, or a different breed of jackass?

Hey LBC, if I made plans would you...assist?