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Finally my man caved and put in the air conditioners. Yup, we had ‘em. Just weren’t using them. I can’t put them in without having the things fall crashing to the ground below so I have to wait until he decides he’s hot enough. His “hot enough” is way, waaaaaaaaaaay beyond my “hot enough”. But this is what I get for hanging out at my man’s house instead of my own home. My own place has central air conditioning. (not that I can bloody well afford to turn it on, mind you)
I did go home today for a while. I was missing my home very much. Go figure. Once there I found out that it is official: the house across the street from my home is now a crack house. Yay! There are now eleven people living in the semi detached brick crack house and one of them is a prostitute. I know because I asked her. She said “Yep, I’m a prostitute.” Great. She is often overheard offering blow jobs to teenage boys on the nearest corner. Wow. *sigh*
So…um…back at my man’s house in the nice clean quiet valley for tonight. I’m going back home tomorrow to stand my ground. I feel the need. My neighbour informed me the people in the crack house have been going door to door offering to sell prescription drugs and cheap wine. Charming. Remember the days when the knock on your door revealed little girls selling cookies for good causes? Lord now. Well, it’s all grist for the literary mill.
Steph
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My goodness! The world really is sinking to new levels Steph. Just as well that man of yours has now seen the need to feel cooler. I would chill there for awhile if I were you.
Comment by Heather Blakey August @ 3:45 amWhat a neighbourhood! It makes mine look like paradise. Take care. I’m glad you have a safe, cool place to stay.
Comment by almurta August @ 8:53 amI too am glad you have a safe and calm place to stay, but also appreciate your need to stand your ground.
Comment by Jill August @ 11:17 amStay safe Steph.
My neighborhood is becoming your neighborhood – but stand your ground if it still makes sense to you – our worst neighbor just had his house foreclosed on, so soon he will be moving out, and there will be dancing in the driveways when he goes! “What goes around comes around…” Or, as my daughter said, “Hooray for karma!”
Comment by kvwordsmith August @ 12:49 pmwell it could always be a meth lab. i’ve several friends who’ve dealt with crack houses so if you would like a list of things to do to drive crack dealers/prostitutes crazy (including playing Lawrence Welk at ear-splitting levels early in the morning; importing a day care, a LARGE day care for a tour of your neighborhood; putting their house for sale on local web sites and sticking in for-sale signs while they’re asleep; in fact, it has been suggested that you sweep the neighborhood and borrow all the for-sale signs and stick them in their front yard. should cause mass chaos. get a couple of those high intensity search lights that you can get to put in your car (some of them have AC adaptors) and sweep the street periodically and call yourselves the neighborhood watch; use a leaf blowers with muffler off (and go through all the settings because that’s more irritating) very early in the morning. if you can pick up the local police chatter on a scanner, broadcast it during their working hrs. they don’t like to hear police ever AND they think you have some police connection. i have more if you want them–guaranteed to drive just about anyone out of a house.
Comment by senua August @ 2:40 pmSounds like it’s time for some new neighbors or a new neighborhood! Good luck dealing with the riff raff!
Comment by Colleen Murphy August @ 7:57 pmYark. When we moved here I was told our neighborhood was recovering from having been a destitute drug infested hell hole. It looks decent enough now. Lots of older people. No bars on the widows. How bad could it be, right? Then the one guy goes running through the street right in front of my house where my kid normally would have bee playing had she not been grounded–and there’s gun shots fired and I can see the 22 in his hand. Stand my ground? No, I have begun looking to get out. It’s just a matter of money and force of will at this point….the police made themselves known visibly for three days–then it was as if it never happened….
Comment by Raven August @ 2:38 amWow! I have been there too! The neighbors to my right just moved out and I am terrified about what crazy person will move in their next. My neighbor to my left was just evicted but my landlord assures me that he will get someone better this time around. At least there is that. The night my son was born the police raided the place to my right. My sister actually called the police on the police because she thought they were breaking in. Needless to say we never saw those drug dealers again. Sadly there have been problem tenants ever since – mostly partying in the streets until early in the morning seven days a week. Hopefully I will finally get some peace. Hopefully you will too
Stay safe!
Comment by Sarah Joyce Bryant August @ 7:13 pmI completely support standing your ground. When you cannot feel safe and be in peace in your own neighborhood and home, life can be unbearable. I hope there are other neighbors that will join with you for a group action. But please be careful. People on crack are not reasonable nor are they logical. They don’t care about themselves and they don’t care about you. I DO!!
Comment by Matilda August @ 4:36 am