A Rude Awakening

It was a warm, humid night in 1982. Jennifer and I lived in an apartment in a little triplex community just a few yards off of US 1 in Hobe Sound, Florida.
I was jarred from the deep sleep of a working man by someone pounding on the door. I grabbed my pants and hurried to the front, my heart racing from the sudden commotion. I opened the door to find an angry, drunken neighbor huffing a breath that smelled of pizza and beer into my face. He began a curse filled tirade about where my car was parked.

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