Bah.
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The mystery of the guy who jumped over my fence has been solved. It turns out that he was an acquaintance of my nutty neighbor, Shawn. Apparently, Shawn has been counseling meth addicts in his spare time and the fence-jumper was one of his charges. I found this out from Mr. Flynn, who was out front doing yard work this morning. Mr. Flynn told me not to worry, as Shawn apparently told the meth addict that it was not appropriate to jump fences and run through other people's yards. It figures that Shawn had something to do with this. Years ago, when Shawn moved in, I asked him if he would mind me occasionally picking a lemon from his tree. He said "no problem," as it is a huge lemon tree that has more than enough fruit for the whole neighborhood and then some. It is such a monster tree that the lemons are quite often the size of grapefruits. Anyway, not too long ago, I went over to pluck a lemon or two and Shawn comes out of his house and says to me "You're lucky that I didn't shoot you." Now, he may have been kidding, but I don't know. He's off-kilter enough that you have to wonder. Mind you, I was never actually in his yard-- I could reach the tree from the sidewalk out front. I no longer pick lemons from his tree, but it really bothers me that now I have to pay 79ยข for a lemon at Ralphs. And Shawn thinks that I should be OK with meth addicts running through my yard? What kind of sense does that make?