Okay, so this guy moved in next door to me last Saturday. His nationality is not important. I KNEW when I saw 2 children's bicycles, I was in trouble. The property manager said he has custody of his 2 boys on the weekend. I'm thinking, oh shit, here comes the noise. He was only moved in for an hour or so when I heard the children. Not a good start. He then opened his mobile home door and had music blasting: Jason Derulo. So I talked to the property manager. She said she made a mistake putting him next to me, and would see if he wanted to move into another spot, in the back.
Well, the week was horrible. He would get up at 5AM banging his mobile home doors. And when he came home, he'd blast music. A few nights ago, a couple of meth-heads knocked on his door at about 1AM. I called the property manager at 11:30PM on Wednesday.
I woke up this morning (9AM) to Jason Derulo. I called the property manager again. She said to be patient, he was moving. It appeared as though she had a slight attitude. He moved at noon today; to the vacancy in the back.
I went to the store later this afternoon to see him in front of the mobile park conducting a yard sale. Really. Junk everywhere. As I was waiting for traffic, he said something to a female meth-head, and she looked directly at me. Well, I'm not one to back down. I mouthed: what are you looking at, bitch? She turned her head quickly.
I don't start trouble, but I don't back down from it either.
