Wednesday Word—Drama

Image by Debbie Glovatsky

Welcome to da Hood! Those who read my Facebook page have read about the goings on in da Hood over the weekend. Allow me to recap for those who missed it, On Caturday night I wrote "The cops are here for the guy next door. He just threw a tantrum filled with f-bombs and throwing stuff.” This was followed Sunday morning with the following post "This morning, thank Ceiling Cat, the neighbors responsible for the second drama moved out. Lots more screaming and f-bombs. I went to my office UTB. TW wished she could have joined me.” Apparently, we had it all wrong. It wasn’t the neighbors on either side of us like we thought. It’s worse.

There’s a young guy four doors down who’s a bit unhinged, shall we say. He’s a couple fries short of a Happy Meal. His Mom owns the apartment and when she got sick, she left him in charge. He doesn’t work and spends all his time smoking cigarettes and drinking malt liquor. Just for the sake of argument, we’ll call him Bummy. My peeps are the only neighbors that have nothing bad to say about Bummy. He’s always been polite to them.

This isn’t the bed my office is under. We can’t take photos
under that bed cos my office is in the box spring.

Since Bummy doesn’t work, he’s decided he doesn’t have to pay the condo maintenance fee which he’s been getting away with. He’s also decided that he didn’t have to pay property taxes either. You can mess with our toothless condo management company but don’t mess with the town. We don’t know what happened to set him off Caturday night/early Sunday morning. Rumor has it he came home drunk and disorderly. All we want to know is why everybody throws their tantrums in front of the elevator by our apartment. There was so much screaming, loud crashes and cursing that TW started shaking whenever she heard someone in the hall.

In our complex, like the rest of the civilized world, they don’t allow move-ins or move-outs on Sunday; yet Sunday morning, we heard the crashes and bangs of them dropping the boards that protect the hall rug. Someone was moving. This was followed by more yelling and f-bombs. I high-tailed it into my office UTB even though it was my lunchtime. Eating would have to wait. This went on most of the day.

How does it get worse? Tomorrow, they’re moving some more of his stuff. His father has a place for him. Eventually, the Sheriff is going to come to throw him out. This kid is unhinged enough that TW is fearing for our safety. I’m hoping she’s wrong cos I still have some important blogs to write with some cool giveaways. This could really get ugly.

I’ll be spending tomorrow in my office and TW may be joining me—as if she could fit. Say a purrayer than he doesn’t create another scene. I thought we were living in a luxury condo building but I think I was safer in da hood.

To prepare for the worst, let me accept this award from The Cat on My Head. Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo gave me the Most Influential Blogger award. I am happy to be a good(?) influence on so many bloggers out there. Thank you guys for the award.