Stripper Next Door: Final Update
Friday, July 8, 2011 9:56 PM
I've been waiting for the dust to settle, literally, to close the final chapter on this.
To re-up-Last November, Carla the stipper moved in next door. She was unattractive and smoked like a house on fire. She didn't have a car (I live 7 miles from the nearest bus line) and she would promise OTC action for rides home, then she would reneg. After a couple of loud discussions on the stoop at 4 a.m., I complained.
One day in March, Carla was gone. In her place was her yonger and cuter sister Stephanie, and her beau-Albert. Quickly, the couple moved in a middle aged boarder who hung out on the stoop and drank. He also told everyone how brilliant he was and how stupid everyone else was. After I complained, they threw him out.
The next day at 8 a.m., a young black drug dealer was knocking on their door. He was there every morning at 8. I complained. Albert & Stephanie decided to move him in to stop the knocking. I complained, but management was already aware and they had already put the couple on notice.
A couple of days later, there was commotion on the stoop, the couple wanted a share of the drug dealer's daily take. When I went to complain, they had just finished drafting an eviction notice. Two days later they were still there, so management called the Constable. The next day they were gone, however, it took two days to change the lock. At that time, we all found out that they had severely damaged the door frame, so it wouldn't lock.
About a week later, at night, I heard a commotion on the stoop. The Courtesy Officer had found the drug dealer in the apartment. The Sheriff's Department was on the way, but the drug dealer was trying to hide something. When the deputies arrived, the drug dealer had a magazine in his pocket and half a box of ammunition in his suitcase. We tried searching, but there was piles of trash everywhere coated with dog shit (they had bought a pit bull just days before they were evicted). We were retching, so we gave up. The drug dealer was arrested (he was on probation + he had a warrant).
This morning, they finally repaired the door frame and the door is locked. The apartment, however, is going to need a rehab, plus, plus I keep finding roaches (wonder why ?).
The whole thing went down because the girl's mother had co-signed on the apartment, promising to make good on damages. One daughter is a stripper and the other is a wannabee drug dealer. Geez.
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