I swear to God, no matter how rich I become, I will NEVER take on rental property as an investment.

I just watched as one of the renter-guys next door threw a whole milkshake out of his car. Oh, and the cup, too. On purpose. And the junk is right in front of my house on the street. No, I am not getting dressed again (I showered and put on pj's when I got home) just to pick up some damn dirty hairless ape's piece of trash. I'll pick it up tomorrow morning if it's still there.

There's also what looks like a basketball in my front yard. I'm leaving it, too. If it's still there in the morning, it will go in my trash, and if they ask me about it I will feign ignorance.

This has really opened my eyes to something my dad always said: when people have an investment in owning something, they care for it a lot better than if they don't. That's one of the best arguments I've heard against Communism (where the state technically owns all property).

(I deleted the post on diet and health; on second thinking it revealed more than I want to reveal)