6/2/07

I got some new neighbors. A guy and gal, and numerous children depending on the day and hour. I suspect they may be methdealers. I have a few reasons for my hypothesis:

  1. There are always other people at the unit.
  2. There is always a rotating cast of multiple bikes parked in the front yard by the door.
  3. The alcoholic neighbor that I figured was from Springfield accused these folks of being from Springfield.
  4. Despite living in a small apartment, they have two boats, a car and a truck that supposedly has a tractor motor in it.
  5. Two unsavory characters came to my door the other day to ask "Where does Jay live?" I've also heard him referred to as "Jerry" and "Royal".
My notion got a little more steam tonight. I saw my one decent neighbor hanging out with them outside as they drank 32 oz cans of Steel Reserve, which is quite possibly the most disgusting but alcoholic of all malt beverages. I chatted with them for a while, and "Jay" was friendly enough to show me the dents in his door where his ex-wife had apparently hammered on it with the heel of her high-heeled shoes. They've lived here maybe a month tops.
It was after my neighbor and I left that my neighbor informed me he had initially gone over there to talk to them because he feared for the safety of his children. Apparently he had come home late a couple nights previously to find the guy forcibly kicking the lady out the door, screaming "Get the fuck out of here bitch! Get the fuck out of my house!" She then retorted, "If you don't get me some coke I'm never taking care of your kids again!" His response was, "I'm gonna fucking kill you bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Story goes that she then came back later with a gun, and he had to rustle it from her hands. All of this happening two doors down. They were hanging out tonight, though, so apparently they patched it up in a couple days. Yay for low-income housing.

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