Ghetto Neighbors

Let me paint you a picture....
They are hispanic.
They live right across the street from us.
There are a bunch of them.
There are kids, teens, adults, old people.
There are a million cars.
And sometimes there are "ghetto" cars.
They talk really loud.
They laugh (probly at you) loud.
They play loud music.
They run around in the street all day.
Do they work?
I've seen them grow fatter over the years.
They moved in there maybe 10 years ago.
The house has looked worse since.
They seem to have some sort of alliance with other ghetto neighbors in the area.
They say rude things like "what the fuck you looking at?"
We are white, probly one of the few white neighbors left in the neighborhood.
I've heard "white girl" in their comments before.
I've seen them watch and chuckle as we work in the front yard.

But it doesn't matter. While they spend each day growing fatter, deafer, and lazier, I will be working to get myself out of this armpit. One day I can drive by here again, probly in a nice car, and see them no longer standing in front of their house but sitting in chairs, fat and sweaty, like big greasy marshmallows, their rolls haning over the sides of their chair arms. And I will say, "What the fuck are you looking at?"