all night chicken

Don't get me wrong. I'm a tolerant person. Live and let live - that's my motto. Unless you get on my bad side. Then I'd rather let you say hello to my little friend. And take your car.
Now, along with being tolerant, I'm also not a bigot. I understand that different cultures behave in different ways from mine. However...when their culture begins to infringe upon my basic rights as a homeowner, then they'd best be ready to have me come over and complain. Or send the cops.

The Hmong neighbors next door raise chickens. In the city limits. Against the law, so I've been told. And I've told the cops. And the cops have told them. Many times. Just doesn't seem to sink in. Apparently today is some big Hmong festival day. So last night (and I mean all last night and into this morning) there's been a chicken fry. Killing, plucking, chopping, quartering, marinating, frying. Over open flames. My living room, nay my entire house, smelled like the fire pit at Mission Bay after a few pallets had been set ablaze. My first trip to their fence at midnight to ask them to tone it down and douse the flame worked - for about an hour. Then, assuming I had met Mr. Sandman, they started up again, not realizing my Sainted Wife was still up.

My second trip to the fence at 2am had a bit more vitriol behind it, and they politely refrained. Until 7am this morning when their caravans of relatives pulled up, acquired every available on-street parking space, and fired up the pit in earnest. We've been neighbors for 10 years. Didn't even have the decency to send a few wings and thighs my way for our trouble.

Better go... I think I see the cops coming again...