They Tore Down My Fence – So I Made Sure Their property Ended With Concrete And Steel

He looked up, saw me, and smiled.

“Hey,” he said, like I’d just gotten back from a weekend and he’d watered my plants for me. “You’re back. How was the trip?”

I pointed behind me. “What happened to my fence?”

He glanced over my shoulder in an almost theatrical way, like he had to confirm what I meant, then looked back and shrugged.

“Oh, that,” he said. “Yeah. We took it down.”