Welcome to my Neighborhood

I will preface this by saying this was originally included in my first blog post but it ended up being SO long and this particular story is insanely long-winded so I figured it was better to split it up into two posts. Enjoy!

I had one semi-exciting thing happen this weekend, depending on your definition of exciting. About 10 minutes after I got out of bed Saturday morning (Jan 27, 2024) I had to call 911 on my upstairs neighbors. 🙄 If you've known me for a while you've probably heard me mention the crackheads that live above me. My apartment is an old house that had each floor renovated and made into separate apartments with our own entrances on different sides of the house. I live on the main floor, the basement dweller I rarely see and never interact with but the person above me is a complete mess. She's a possibly mid-twenties mom of a young boy, maybe 5-6 years old, and has had more domestic reports between her and her baby daddy than I can even count. I won't get into too much right now but if you want to hear more past stories, let me know! Like I said, 10 minutes after I got out of bed, I was still sitting on the toilet from peeing and scrolling, I suddenly hear loud banging coming from upstairs and the aforementioned crackhead screaming 'HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP!' over and over. I can just barely hear her baby daddy talking back to her but mainly the noise is her screaming and then banging stuff around, which is FAR from abnormal for the record. They are loud as fuck and always arguing. Half the time I don't call the cops because it's just them calling each other names, such as 'loser', 'whore', 'idiot', and how she got my nickname for her, 'crackhead'. Often it's her telling him to get the fuck out of her house (his name is not on the lease) and him asking why she invited him over in the first place just to kick him out. I think her parents take care of her son a lot because I've only heard him during their fighting once or twice, but when I hear the kid I always report it. 

So I hear her screaming and call 911. The call is always the same:

911: Do you require police, fire, or ambulance?
Me: Police, please
911: What's the reason?
Me: I need to report a domestic disturbance with my upstairs neighbor.
911: What's the address?
Me: *gives the address and explains the house/apartment situation*
911: Okay we are sending officers out, what exactly is happening?

Then I proceed to explain the scene, that this is a reoccurring issue, I've called the many times before, given both their names, etc, the crackhead is still screaming 'HELP' at this point every few seconds, and I'm still sitting on the damn toilet😂 The dispatcher says officers should be there shortly and we get off the phone. Right after the call ends I hear her front door slam and I know that's her baby daddy leaving 🙄 Two cops arrive a few minutes later, my bedroom window is close to her front door so I stand peeking out the curtains to eavesdrop and hear her blatantly lie to them. She claims no one was there, she has no idea what they are talking about, I call the cops on her for no reason, etc. Same story different day. She won't let them in, of course, so then leave and come over to my door. I let them into my apartment, partially so the cats don't get out and partially so the crackhead doesn't hide around the corner to listen. They told me what I already overheard, that she said he was never there and nothing happened, asked if I physically saw him, which I didn't but I 100% heard him, and they asked if there were any cameras on the house, which unfortunately there aren't beside her own video doorbell, which she obviously won't give them permission to check. 

They explain there isn't much they can do at this point. I did ask if the conditions her baby daddy had placed on him last year were still in effect, stating he wasn't allowed to be on the property, and they confirmed yes, he actually isn't allowed within 100 feet of her, me, or the house. I was surprised the conditions included me specifically since I've never actually spoken to him but I guess because I've reported them so many times I was included. SO next time I see him at the house I can report him and if he's here when the cops arrive, he'll be arrested. This actually already happened in the summer, I watched his ass get cuffed and put in a cop car, but I guess that means very little to him because he's still been here regularly since. 😒 I'll keep ya'll updated on that. After the police left I also set up the security camera I bought on Boxing Day after the crackhead egged my car 2 days before Christmas, YES I KNOW I'm a procrastinator😂 but it's now set up in my kitchen window so hopefully I get lucky and catch this idiot on camera to use next time I call the cops. Oh also, since she always denies everything I report to the police, next time she's screaming for help I'm going to record it first before I call 911. I'm so sick of this dumb bitch, this has been going on for over TWO YEARS😡 

I did have an epiphany since I have a car now I can finally start apartment hunting!! I've lived here almost 8 years and never had a car before, so I haven't looked at moving in a long time because I always lived close to my job, with my current one being around the corner, and it's rent-controlled so its insanely cheap by current market prices, BUT now I can start looking because I'm not restricted by transportation!!! It's unlikely I'll be able to afford to move anywhere for a while but at least I can start looking!😍