Richie previously had a perfectly polite, nearly nonexistent relationship with his HOA by courtesy of paying a landscaper to just deal with it. However, post-Eddie moving in, has newly discovered his zest for life and takes incredible, manic, gleeful delight in the looks of horror Eddie gives to his taste in garden decor. And he doesn’t really have a landscaper anymore because Eddie likes doing it anyway and Richie knows he secretly likes grumbling at the pink flamingos and their dumb garden flags. And then the HOA letters come in and Richie now has a front row seat to the technical, violent war of attrition that is Eddie vs the HOA and his seemingly endless capacity for malicious compliance.





























