A tale of drunken debauchery…

A few months back I got a new neighbor at my apartment complex.  Total raving drunk.  Drives drunk all the time.  Walks around drunk all the time.  I won’t give them the respect to call them an alcoholic.

Anyhow, first week, they try busting in through my back door – drunkenly confusing it for their own.

Few weeks later, they trash the bathroom because the toilet is clogged.

Few nights ago, again they’re trying to get in through my back door.

So I call the cops when they drive off drunk with a suspended license.

Cop escorts them back.

Cop leaves.

Cop returns later in plainclothes, is satisfied *cough* that there won’t be a repeat (which there has), and the drunken fucktard GETS AWAY WITH IT.

So anyone who thinks I believe that all cops are angels – think again.  I’m between a rock and a hard place as I don’t want to deal with any small town bullshit, but I don’t know how to get this drunk taken care of before they take out a family of 5 while out meandering local roads.

In the mean time, I’m trying to find a new place to live, the landlord is trying to get the drunk evicted, and apparently drunken driving winos have more rights than ME.  So if anyone happens to know any homosexual state troopers, drop me a line.

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