Back in November, Carla moved in next door. It soon became apparent that the unattractive young woman was a stripper (she claimed that she worked construction, construction workers go to work at 4 a.m., they don't come home at 4 a.m.). Strippers have messy personal lives, and after a couple of shouting matches on my stoop at 4, I complained.
One day, in March, Carla was gone-replaced by her sister Stephanie. Stephanie has a boyfriend, Carl. Like Carla, the two lovers didn't have a car. I live seven miles from the nearest bus line.
First, I had to complain because the lovers had a long term guest who drank large quantities of beer while he hung out on the stoop and told everyone about life. The couple threw the guest out.
A little over a week ago, I complained again. Shopping baskets from the local grocery store were stacking up. That, and I had a problem with a drug dealer who knocked on their door every morning at 8.
On Thursday night, the couple had a knock down drag out. It turns out that the drug dealer was a boarder (not allowed on the lease) and he was upset because the couple were demanding a cut of his drug money.
Friday morning, I complained to the management. It turned out that management had noticed the drug activity and they were in the process of drafting an eviction notice.
Friday night, I noticed that one of the couple's personal items was left in the parking lot and they had skeedadled.
Blessed relief.



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