The Neighbors...

The neighbors are moving out from both apartments. The crazy family across the hallway and the alky. Hmmm... I never told you about the family across from me, did I?

That family consists of 5 people:

The Mother- who looks like she's about 105 years old and is way too protective of her teenage daughter

The Teenage Daughter- who I can always hear saying "fuck you" and "You're a fucking bitch" to her mother and everyone else.

The Pregnant Daughter- who's in her 20's, epileptic, and is turning into her mother

The Husband- who's also in his 20's and is pretty cool

And Their baby- who is in the The Mothers care because of drugs or something.

And they're all crammed into a little one bedroom apartment.

They were pretty cool at first. The alky and I would drink with the husband and his wife (She didn't drink, but she hung out) and things were really good and stuff. Then, one Thursday, the husband comes over and buys me a beer and we play some PS2 and his wife comes over too and checks her e-mail and plays Counter-Strike on my computer.

So we finish our beer and he asks his wife if he can get another beer (mind you, these are those 24 oz. malt liquors, so that's like 4 regular beers in one can and they're only $1.09, what a deal!!) and she says it ok, but no more.

Well, she goes home to check on the baby or something and the alky neighbor comes home and is like "oooh you're drinking a beer without me" and goes out and gets us all another beer. So when his wife comes home, she's PISSED and she's all like "I can't trust you" and he's like "yea, whatever" and then they argue and she leaves and comes back with a handful of clothes and says "Tell him that his clothes and his PS2 is outside!!" and then he leaves and I guess they argue all night.

So it's me and the alky just sitting there talking and then The Mother calls asking what the husband drank and what happened and did he do this and did he do that and I was like "look, I'm not getting involved" and then she hung up. So I finished my beer and the one he left and went to sleep.

Well, the next day, after work, I see the husband on the porch and he's not looking at me or anything and I tell him that he left his game and controller over here. He's all like "oh, don't worry" and he wouldn't look at me or anything. Later on that night, me and the alky started drinking outside like usual and nobody over there would talk to us. We shrugged it off like "oh well, they don't want to talk" and kept on drinking and hung out with some other neighbors (this guy knows everyone!).

Well, after we're good and drunk, the alky neighbor starts talking all this shit about them and starts throwing cans at their door. So I took that as a cue to go inside (everyone else left too) and I went to bed.

So the next morning I wake up and decide to walk to the little restaurant on the corner and get some tacos. While I'm walking, this car pulls up and the alky is in the passenger seat calling my name and he's like " Dutch, Dutch, that bitch called the cops on me and they took me to jail". He was all pissed and stuff because he was supposed to be at work that morning.

Long story short, he got fired ever since then they've hated eachother. The husband is still cool, but the rest of the family won't talk to either of us. The alky refers to them as "them crazy white folks" and " the false christians" and "that bitch" etc...

That was like Spetember or so. Since then, the alky went to the office and complained about them and said there's five people living there and they have a dog and two cats. The teenage daughter got into it with some New Orleans evacuees living upstairs. So they got a number of complaints for that and now they hardly leave the apartment anymore.

So it's pretty interesting around here. But not for long because they're all moving out. Management wouldn't let the crazy family renew their lease because of the complaints and lease violations. The alky got another job, but ended up quitting (or so he says) for some reason. Then he quits his afternoon job so now he just drinks most of the time and is starting to pawn all his stuff so he can eat and drink. He's planning on moving out in the next couple of weeks.

We'll see what happens....