Thursday, March 29, 2007

We Gotta Get Out Of This Place...


...if it's the last thing we ever do.

Tonight around 10 p.m. there was some loud yelling down by the entryway. As the weather gets warmer the COPS refugees come out. The chunky girl who lives on our floor was out with her shirtless boyfriend who is either a total jackass or drunk or both. The yelling went on for about a half hour when apparently someone yelled at him to shut up. He yelled back and stormed around in a classic white trash rant.

Eventually, he wound up swinging on a light pole like a stripper until he got bored with that and decided to kick the pole until it broke. That's when I decided to call the sheriff's department. Someone else had already reported it and units were en route.

Just before they arrived, the "perps" disappeared in the darkness. But being loud and obnoxious, they couldn't conceal themselves for long. The boyfriend was caught in the lobby of the building and the girlfriend ran to her condo unit only to be quickly tracked down. I should note the deputies were very polite.

It looked like one of the other residents rode off with the police to make a report but they didn't arrest the hillbillies. I have no idea why not but I intend to find out. In any event, within 15 minutes of the deputies leaving, the rednecks were back outside. This time yelling at each other. They apparently left the side door of the building out where my cars were parked. I swear if there is anything wrong with my cars in the morning, there will be hell to pay.

Kerry and I so need to get out of this complex before the white trash element completely take it over. We really need the neighbors wrecking the place while we're trying to get ready to sell.

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