ever been scared for your life?
I think I have… once or twice. I can’t remember the situations, partly because of my current lack of sleep.
Unfortunately, I am a little afraid for my life right now.
Across the street, one house is owned by a kid. His father died a few years back and left it to him. Until he’s 18, his former-drug-addict mother has to move back in with him to be guardian. A year ago, a former boyfriend came to live with her (in her son’s house). The boyfriend brought with him a massive RV, which he parks on the front lawn.
For a year, the neighbors have been nicely trying to get him to move it. Attempting to find other places to store it, offering suggestions of how to park it so it isn’t obscene. Oh yeah, it’s black with red flames around the entire bottom half. So far, he hasn’t done anything.
Over the summer, he and the kid’s mother had a big fight in the front yard. The cops eventually came and found not only a brick of pot… but a pot farm in the basement… and all kinds of weapons and munition memorabilia around the house. That court date is pending.
Now the kid (who is a generally terrific kid) has had two parties in a row on the past two Saturday nights. At the last one (that I missed while being away) kids were urinating on neighbors’ lawns and fornicating in driveways on other neighbors’ cars. The cops were called. The cops called the school. The kid was suspended for a game.
Now it’s not clear who did call the cops. But it’s clear who did not: neither myself nor the neighbors next door to me were home. However, this lunatic seems to think that my neighbors called the police. So now he’s retaliating.
Since Monday, he’s set off his car alarm in front of their house. Continuously. All night. Last night, he set up lawn chairs on the front lawn with a spotlight and had a bonfire while mooning their house and giving them the finger. And the car alarm. All night. And now there’s a sign on their lawn that reads “Freakshow: Fat man and bearded lady.”
I just got a phone call. Just now, while I was attempting to sleep, an SUV with Maine plates parked in front of my house. The man driving it removed a hunting rifle in a soft case from the back, under a camo tarp. They went into the house. Shortly thereafter, they came out – the psychotic neighbor making hand gestures and giving the finger to the house next door. The man from Maine had the empty rifle case under his arm.
I’m afraid for my safety, but I don’t know what to do. If he starts up again tonight, I’ll have to find somewhere else to sleep. I just sent the roomie a warning so he can figure something out for tonight if he can. This is insane. And the cops can’t do anything until what… he murders someone?
Any ideas?