Apartment Life #356

 

This is a 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 25 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 25 years here in a weekly blog post. 

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This past week I saw one of the homeless drug addicts with just his underwear on and he was bleeding all over the sidewalk where I walk my dog. I asked him if he was ok and he said he had a few infected spots and he was taking a knife and just cutting away at his skin. He had track marks all over him. All over his arms, legs...everywhere. It was after dark so I didn't see how bad it was until the next day when I noticed big puddles of blood all over the walkway. There were droplets of blood leading from the sidewalk all the way to drug dealers door too. They stopped right at his door. The rain we had all that day washed it all away. 

I feel bad for them, I do but I live here and I shouldn't have to be subjected to this type of this day in and day out. 

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The police helicopter was flying over my apartment complex one day this week. I don't know what they were looking for since the police never showed up. They were flying in a big circle so it could have been for the street over too. 

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Last Sunday night around 10pm I walked by drug dealers door and one of their dogs went nuts at the door. Barking, snarling and ran at the door so fast that he actually ran head first into the door trying to get at Falcor. They also have a small female dog, both dogs are smaller than Falcor. Well their two dogs had 8 puppies about 2 months ago and ever since the female dog had puppies the male dog has been really territorial. So what does drug dealers wife do right after we walk by? Her dumb azz opens the door and lets the male dog out offleash again and he ran over to Falcor, grabbed him by the back of the neck and bit him. Thankfully Falcor turned around and snapped at the dog and I was able to yell at him to go home. Falcor was not hurt, it didn't even break the skin. 

But it pissed me off so I took 10 minutes to walk him and calm down because I might have punched her right in the face had I seen her at that moment. On the way back I knocked on her door and one of the drug addicts answered. So I asked for Teresa (drug dealers wife) and told her what happened again. She looked at me and says, "Who let him out?" 
Me: "I don't know but you were home and he's your dog so it's your responsibility."

Her: "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Me: "That's what you said the last time. I would appreciate it if you didn't let him out offleash."
Druggie in the background: "This dog is an azzhole. He should be in a cage."
Teresa looked at her and told her to go sit down. lol 

"Teresa: "I don't remember you saying anything before."
Me: "I did, it's not my fault if you can't keep track of what's going on around you. But if I see your dog outside offleash again, I'm just going to bring him inside my apartment and call animal control for a stray dog. So if your dog comes up missing, you know why. I've asked you nicely twice now. You won't be getting another notice."

I walked away. 

Druggie in the background: "Oh, she's kind of a bitch." 
Yes, I suppose I am. I've never been confrontational before. I'm a quiet person and keep to myself but I'm really getting tired of all the crap taking place around here and it's made me kind of a bitch. Yep. I need a t-shirt with that saying on it. "Back off, apparently I'm kind of a bitch." lol 

A few days later the dogs were outside offleash again and as I walked by the druggie woman who heard the conversation and called me a bitch spots me walking by and runs outside to get the offleash dog and bring it inside. lol 

The high this week was 62F/15C

The low this week was 37F/2C

So that's it for this week's Apartment Hell  Life! Be sure to come back next week for more.