Something woke me at 3 AM. If I wake during the night I usually get up and check around the house, or look out a window just to make sure things look okay.
I fell asleep on the couch last night with the TV still playing. When I woke I looked out the front window and had a fleeting thought about the car parked across the street. I didn't recognize it, wondered who it belonged to.
Then I checked the Mexican lady's house across the street because her husband travels for work and she's there alone with her 3 children.
As I was looking at her house, the car across the street that I didn't recognize began flashing their head lights. I closed my curtains. The light from the TV was right behind me, so whoever was in that car had to of seen me looking out the window. I went to the dining room window where I could look out without being seen. The car was circling to leave the street.
Because I have a drug dealer next door, it made me a little nervous.
Her drug buyers have mixed our two houses and have come to my door. One even came inside my house without knocking.
Someday someone might come to rob her of her drugs and money and mix our two houses. It worries me.
I called oldest son. I knew he'd just be getting off work, or would already be off work for the night.
Sure enough he had just arrived home. I told him what happened just to see what he thought.
He came over and checked around my house and then he checked around Bills house (he's the guy across the street who died of lung cancer. His house is empty.)
We sat together on the porch and talked awhile, speculated on who it was, what they might have been doing.
I've lived here for 25 years.
Until a couple of years ago most of my neighbors have been working people who just want to provide for their families and take care of their yards and homes. They don't bother anyone.
Then drug dealer moves in...........doesn't work, collects disability, has an unkept, over grown yard, sons a recent drop out who doesn't work.........and a flow of traffic, everyday, that stops at her house to buy drugs.
I've felt safe here for the most part until recently.
I fell asleep on the couch last night with the TV still playing. When I woke I looked out the front window and had a fleeting thought about the car parked across the street. I didn't recognize it, wondered who it belonged to.
Then I checked the Mexican lady's house across the street because her husband travels for work and she's there alone with her 3 children.
As I was looking at her house, the car across the street that I didn't recognize began flashing their head lights. I closed my curtains. The light from the TV was right behind me, so whoever was in that car had to of seen me looking out the window. I went to the dining room window where I could look out without being seen. The car was circling to leave the street.
Because I have a drug dealer next door, it made me a little nervous.
Her drug buyers have mixed our two houses and have come to my door. One even came inside my house without knocking.
Someday someone might come to rob her of her drugs and money and mix our two houses. It worries me.
I called oldest son. I knew he'd just be getting off work, or would already be off work for the night.
Sure enough he had just arrived home. I told him what happened just to see what he thought.
He came over and checked around my house and then he checked around Bills house (he's the guy across the street who died of lung cancer. His house is empty.)
We sat together on the porch and talked awhile, speculated on who it was, what they might have been doing.
I've lived here for 25 years.
Until a couple of years ago most of my neighbors have been working people who just want to provide for their families and take care of their yards and homes. They don't bother anyone.
Then drug dealer moves in...........doesn't work, collects disability, has an unkept, over grown yard, sons a recent drop out who doesn't work.........and a flow of traffic, everyday, that stops at her house to buy drugs.
I've felt safe here for the most part until recently.
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