[ WP ] Write a story , over the course of which it 'll slowly become clear that you are crazy .

I moved to this neighborhood for financial reasons only. And while I can pay my bills now, I'm still not sure if it was worth it. 
 
 Just to give an example of how horrendous this neighborhood is: There's this asshole in a yellow car that always drives around every morning and stops in front of my house. I'm honestly worried for my safety, what could he possibly be doing? Scouting out a burglary? In addition to this, I'm pretty sure that guy's a pedophile. 
 
 The worst part, however, is my neighbor. My neighbor is the most annoying and disgusting person you'll ever lay your eyes upon. This hairy monstrosity is always yelling about, usually from his porch or front lawn, and I can hear it from my bedroom. He will not shut up. Ever. To be honest, I'm not sure how I could have survived this town if I had n't met Tom. 
 
 Tom's a lovely guy. He comes over for brunch everyday and we talk for hours. We agree on everything, how annoying kids are, how annoying the neighbor is, how disgusting this neighborhood looks. I never seem to notice him come in, but every time I come down from my bedroom for brunch, he's sitting there waiting for me. 
 
 On this particular day, I walk down the stairs, greet Tom, and begin to make some toast. Tom never really eats while he's there, it's mainly just me. 
 
 `` How's it going, George?'' he asks. 
 
 `` Horrible. The neighbor wo n't shut up. I ca n't get sleep.'' 
 
 `` Me neither,'' said Tom. It just occurred to me that I had no idea where Tom lived. `` Do n't you think someone should just off him?'' 
 
 `` Would n't that be nice.'' 
 
 `` Hey, do n't you have a few guns in your basement?'' 
 
 I do n't know how he knew this, since I had never shown him around my house. He probably just looked around before I came downstairs. 
 
 `` Yeah, I do. Maybe I should take this matter into my own hands.'' 
 
 I walked down the stairs into the basement and grabbed a shotgun. By the time I had gotten back up, Tom had left. No matter, I began to walk to the door, which Tom had somehow locked behind him, and walked out of the house. 
 
 As soon as my fatass neighbor had spotted me he began screaming, yelling, barking. The hairy creature was practically crawling around in his yard just making incomprehensible noises. I raised the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation, I was so full of rage. The body went flying across the yard. I smiled and returned to my home. 
 
 Tom was always right with these kinds of things. 
 
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