One of the perils of moving to a town where you have absolutely NO bearings or clue as to what is what is that you don't have a good idea what is the good vs. the bad part of town. After you've been unemployed for months on end and you relocate several hundred miles away so that your family doesn't STARVE to death you do your best to find a nice looking area, with good cars in the drive and decent external features to the buildings in the area.
Despite these efforts, you can make a mistake or two.
Mrs Repressed and I once moved to an apartment where our downstairs neighbors used to scream at each other (apparently her mother thought he was a failure and she could have married better if memory serves) and our NEXT DOOR neighbors used to have very loud oral sex. Which is only better if you know that there were an elderly couple. The apartments had just been completely refurbished, they looked lovely, we lived on a lake. Yet - we had our "colorful" neighbors. Disturbing but colorful. A little creepy, but colorful.
I mention this, because when we moved to the ATL - we chose a location in what seemed like an acceptable part of town and because of it's proximity to my new job.
We've had some annoying neighbors since we moved but now, as of today, we've reached the point where they are no longer colorful - and quite frankly,
WE HAVE TO MOVE.
To put not too fine a point on it, and to sum up the events of the last 24 hours:
* Every apartment in the building spent last night fighting - screaming and yelling.
* The drug dealer who lives downstairs spent the late night fighting with another male and doing what sounded like beating the crap out of his wife but who would know?
*The wife deposited their baby with the TEENAGER next door.
*The drug dealer called 5-0 HIMSELF who somehow then did NOT go to jail.
*All the wife's stuff is sitting outside.
*The drug dealer is now entertaining and getting baked out on his balcony - loudly.
I'm not made of money, and I need to move. Anything you can do to help is appreciated. PayPal Donation button has been set up on the side.
2 comments:
It's funny how having kids makes the surrounding soap opera much less entertaining. Running down the street to track down a teenager involved in some illegal activity just to tell him that his mom's having some kind of heart episode next door is definitely NOT something you want your babies involved in. Of course, it is good to have a friend like Chris around to knock on the random stranger's door where you know the illegal activity is occuring, since she will just holler through the door that 'it's Chris!', as if everyone knows her. OK, that's a little bit funny even when you're not drunk.
In more great news of our neighborhood, I got into it today with the Postal service. Seems they can no longer leave packages at the office because the employees steal them. They will not deliver them to our doors, as they consider it too dangerous. We now must go across town to get all packages. Gee, this place didn't look that bad when I picked it! In good news, since the battered wife of the drug dealer downstairs has left him, he can no longer afford to live here and is now moving. Yeah!
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