Weekend Update – the bad points

So I had to call the cops on my neighbors the other night.

Believe me, I really didn’t want to, but it was three o’clock in the morning, we’d had a long day and were trying to sleep, and I just have a very low tolerance for rudeness at that hour. The stereo was blasting so loud that you’d think they had a rave going on, but the breaking point was when they situated outside my bedroom window and proceeded to argue at full volume about how much beer they had left and who got to fuck who after the roofies kicked in…

It’s sad because I used to love where I live – the highlights really shined and the only bad parts involved tripping over the mutant ducks that guard over our sidewalks…but I just realized today that I haven’t even seen the crazy bird lady in the longest time. I don’t know what happened, but it seems like the place has started catering to a different kind of people and now we have college-aged kids wandering around at all hours of the night with cups of beer in hand, shouting to each other across the complex. I’d be curious to see what kinds of rates these people are giving away now because before the cost alone was enough to keep out the riff-raff – apparently they’re renting to damn near anybody now, but come the end of my current lease, I certainly won’t be one of them.

When the cops finally did show up, apparently they made such a scene that the culprits turned everything off and went inside before they could be found, resulting in the guy pounding on my door at 3:30 AM wanting to know what the problem was. It scares me to think that these are the folks out there protecting us because during our conversation, some guy drunk as shit stumbled right by him…at 3:30 AM…and apparently he didn’t find anything odd about that. The other officer – a lady cop – did have slightly better deductive skills and managed to find them all huddled inside a nearby apartment (hint: it was the only one with lights on at 3:30 AM!), and thusly sent everybody in directions after threatening to check for drugs, but I’ll give it two days before they’re back at it again…

So I’m now even moreso in the market to find myself a house this year, folks! My lease here ends on November 13th and I’m already saving my pennies, but in the meantime, keep your fingers crossed for me – I’m gonna need all of the patience that I can get…