We live on a quiet street in midtown not terribly far from Cooper and Young. It's a nice street with nice people living in the area. We have nice neighbors. Very nice neighbors. The neighbors, over the weekend decided to have a little block party so we would all get to know each other and start a little phone list which I thought was a great idea. Most everyone on the block stopped by at the very least to say "hello".
Eventually, the conversation turned to a resident on the street whose son was recently released out of prison for what we think is a drug charge. He's living with his mom there on the street and there are some nervous feelings about this.
This guy will have his buddies drop by to hang on the front porch doing God knows what.
Well, that was precisely what was going on when another neighbor, who has a police officer for a son, got nervy. She called her son, who was on duty, to stop buy with his partners to hang for a bit on her porch. As you can imagine, the miscreants got worked up over this and eventually left. This prompted the kids' mother to have a chat with the other lady about the cops.
She chewed her out. Something to the effect of how dare you threaten these boys, etc., etc.
As it turns out, the boy has some sort of brain damage. Probably from the massive amount of crack he's been smoking and made a comment to the effect of, "I may have to get my gun." Of course, he never did and no one knows for sure whether or not he actually has one. And frankly, no one around here wants to find out for sure. Hence the dilemma.
Dude and his mom rent this duplex they live in and conversations have taken place with their landlord allowing us to know that they don't really pay any rent and the old landlord hasn't kicked them out yet. Something along the lines of, "We haven't found a place to move to yet." Although the old guy who rents this place to them told me they were leaving.
Something is going to happen around here if they don't go. I can see my neighbors now, like the scene in Frankenstein when the villagers come out with pitchforks and torches and run this family out. Probably way better than the scene in High Noon when there's a shootout in the street. Either way, the landlord is the real douchebag for not doing anything about this idiot.
Maybe we'll win the lottery so I can buy this property out from under the old man and bulldoze the thing. Oh well, at least I can dream about a time when there are no brain damaged, gun wielding maniacs living in the neighborhood, can't I?
Se la vie...
thats messed up
ReplyDelete