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!