The Neighbors Are Fighting

I'm sitting on my couch and outside on the street the neighbors are fighting. It's very Jerry Springer: she calls him a motherfucking drug dealer and he tells her to shut the fuck up. They have a blowout about once a month. She threatens to call "the law" and storms off. He doesn't say a whole lot, just: shut the fuck up. (I live in a very classy town.) Whenever she calls him a drug dealer, I laugh: if he is a drug dealer, it seems like his drug money gives them a nice, big house and truck (of course they have an oversized truck) because they are always home and never seem to work. So the drugs must only be a problem for her when he's being an asshole? Of course, when I pass them, we all wave and smile like good smalltown people do.