Crack Heads!

There's a problem in my neighbourhood. A rental house owned by a slumlord. First came the hillbiliies the with barking dogs, and then came the revolving door of subletters downstairs from the hillbillies. Loud parties, cops attending occasionally, mattresses out front of the property, broken down vehicles on the lawn... need I go on?

Six months ago the hillbillies moved to Antigua (or some shit) and in moved a decent couple with two kids. They wanted to rent the whole house, but alas no, the slumlord wouldn't hear of it and proceeded to rent the downstairs out to no less than 3 different groups of people in 6 months. I say groups because there were probably only supposed to be 2 people in there, but hey, if you can fit six , good on ya. Flop house is about right.

Fast forward to yesterday, when I noticed the decent couple moving out. Alas, they can take no more of the slumlord and have found themselves a better gig. The breaking point, as I found out, was that not only were the knobs downstairs smoking in the house (a no-no) they were smoking....crack. Yes, crack heads smoking the shit in the house = bad for decent neighbours. And so they got the fuck out and I don't blame them in the least.

And so tonight, in some sort of celebration or perhaps over indulgence in the crack, the alleged 2 people downstairs brought their 5 selves outside, to the driveway, and proceeded to cause a "domestic disturbance". What the hell was that? Some young woman hits somebody else, 2 crazed grown women are hollering at each another one dog runs loose, and two cop cars arrive. The placing of one young woman into the back of cop car #1 drives the lone male to hurl a lighter (a crack head staple) at the cops, resulting in said male being placed in the back of cop car #2.

The catch to this whole thing, and I know it's been awhile to get here, is that the fucking slumlord is himself...a cop! Way to go, fucktard!

Lane Change 101

Ok, so riddle me this; Why do you choose to change lanes by crossing over a solid line? Don't you realise that to do so is illegal? Stupid? Unnecessary? Gah!!!! You change lanes over a solid line and then don't even take the next exit. So your need to change lanes was, aside from being illegal, not even a fucking emergency? What the hell was that? Fucking idiot!

What The Hell Was That?

It's a question I hear myself asking a lot lately. Granted, I'm usually driving alone in the car when I say it, or sometimes at work, but this 5-word question has become my question of the day, and that warrants some further attention. Ergo, this blog.

Seriously though, if I listen to the sound of the frustration as it goes screaming past my lips, yet again, the words that fly out are "what the hell was that"?

This is going to be both a place of observation and a place of judgement, because from what I've seen in the world lately, there're a whole lotta people who could use a tune-up, and I'm gonna out them.