So We've Got These Trashy Neighbors
The neighborhood that we bought in is what might be called "transitional," meaning, I guess, that black people still live here. But also, it means that there are people in the neighborhood who rent, and have rented for such a long time that they're not paying much at all, I imagine, because I don't know how else they could afford it. Witness:
*the Latin Kings down the street with the terrifying pit bull/mastiff mix that tries to chew through the fence when someone walks by. Because they are very, very smart, they sometimes have the dog in the yard as they leave the gate open and wander in and out
*Gangster Disciples across the street from them. They hang out on the street on their tiny little bikes, eyeballing the LKs. Nothing has come of it thus far, I suppose because they are selling different drugs?
But the one that really bugs me are the white-trash people directly across the alley. We knew we were in for it the first week we moved in, when we heard this huge SMASH and ran to the kitchen window to see what had happened. The guy wanted to wash his car, so he broke a pane of glass and tossed the hose through the window. Instead of...opening the garage door. We knew this is what happened because the garage lacks a roof.
Sometimes we get to hear them fighting. From the last big blowout we learned that he is mad because her adult son from another relationship is living with them but isn't paying rent because he doesn't have a job, other than smoking pot and Playstation. She then pointed out that he only makes $300 every other week and has a small dick. The argument moved inside after that.
The best part, though (and by that I mean the worst) is that they have a German Shepherd who lives outside. The dog is tied by a short rope to a stake on the concrete, with no shelter and no food, and of course it barks non-stop (wouldn't you?) I have called Animal Control and/or the cops about fifteen times since we moved here and nothing has changed. I imagine given the gang-banger pitbull problem a lonely dog is not high up on their list of priorities, though.
Lately she has been wandering to the back porch to stare sadly off into space a lot. Perhaps the romance has ended? Or the Playstation broke? I will be vigilant.
*the Latin Kings down the street with the terrifying pit bull/mastiff mix that tries to chew through the fence when someone walks by. Because they are very, very smart, they sometimes have the dog in the yard as they leave the gate open and wander in and out
*Gangster Disciples across the street from them. They hang out on the street on their tiny little bikes, eyeballing the LKs. Nothing has come of it thus far, I suppose because they are selling different drugs?
But the one that really bugs me are the white-trash people directly across the alley. We knew we were in for it the first week we moved in, when we heard this huge SMASH and ran to the kitchen window to see what had happened. The guy wanted to wash his car, so he broke a pane of glass and tossed the hose through the window. Instead of...opening the garage door. We knew this is what happened because the garage lacks a roof.
Sometimes we get to hear them fighting. From the last big blowout we learned that he is mad because her adult son from another relationship is living with them but isn't paying rent because he doesn't have a job, other than smoking pot and Playstation. She then pointed out that he only makes $300 every other week and has a small dick. The argument moved inside after that.
The best part, though (and by that I mean the worst) is that they have a German Shepherd who lives outside. The dog is tied by a short rope to a stake on the concrete, with no shelter and no food, and of course it barks non-stop (wouldn't you?) I have called Animal Control and/or the cops about fifteen times since we moved here and nothing has changed. I imagine given the gang-banger pitbull problem a lonely dog is not high up on their list of priorities, though.
Lately she has been wandering to the back porch to stare sadly off into space a lot. Perhaps the romance has ended? Or the Playstation broke? I will be vigilant.
posted by Bathtub Mary at 6:36 PM
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