This is a new weekly blog post that I'm calling Apartment Hell Life. I've mentioned a few times some of the crazy things that go on in and around my apartment complex in the past 20 years that we've lived here and people keep telling me I should write a book. But instead of a book, I've decided to share the crazy things that have happened in and around my apartment complex in the last 20 years here in a weekly blog post.
A couple of days ago I heard a loud fight going on 5 doors from mine, across the courtyard. I took the dog out front of my apartment complex and the police showed up. When I heard the screaming and yelling getting louder and the police yelling for someone to get on the ground, I stayed out front until the yelling stopped and I figured things had calmed down enough for me to walk Falcor back into the courtyard and go back in my apartment. I always have my camera on me when I go outside just in case something like this happens because you just never know when a fight is gonna break out around here. But I try not to take a lot of pictures of the police officers themselves while I'm outside because they get really mad when you do that and I'm not gonna be on the wrong end of that mess, so I just take pictures of the police cars most times. My brother likes to ask me why I don't stand out there and film the police and my neighbors and, well, that's why.
On the 4th of July we heard a few gunshots but nothing around here caught on fire so that's good.
Then on Friday night when California had the 7.1 earthquake we here in Las Vegas definitely felt that one. I was sitting on the couch and yelled at Ken that we were having an earthquake but it took a few seconds for it to register with him. My place shook for a while but nothing fell off the shelves.
So that's it for this week's Apartment Hell Life! Be sure to come back next week for more.
