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Hookers and welfare slackers, not to mention the drugs
Hookers. Drug users and dealers. "Warefare" mothers. Oh, they were mothers, all right. I live on the edge of the get-to but this was ridiculous. The poor landlord was stuck with these renters who turned out to be, surprise, deadbeats. Cost me hundreds to replace the beautiful and loved 1920 driveway with the grass strip up the center and the unmatched concrete on either side. Oh, didn't I mention they used our driveway? Several times a day
? The thug said to my WWII veteran dad "What are you gonna do about it?" when my dad wanted him to move the nasty loud car and not park there ever again. I feared for my dad's safety. Babies' daddies, johns, drug users, ho girlfriends, rides: all day, all night, Marianne. Unending. Accosting my then-fiance. Propositioning my young hubby. They did NOT say more than one sentence to me, ever, I told them off: oh, gee, I could have had a career change! Police said they could do nothing about it, even the policemen I knew. Too many sleepless nights, mailbox pawed through, dogs hit.:rage: Reason, I had no 100% proof. (Must purchase that video camera.) I even got a stoned x-rated comment when my dad and I got into my dad's Subaru WRX on my wedding day. Oh, yes, easy chairs were set up in the front yard. Jaguar automoblies and plasma TVs were leased.
Miraculously, they slithered away in the middle of the night. After that,a year of a vacant property, maintained by my friend the unfortunate landlord, was ironic bliss!!!!!
Hookers. Drug users and dealers. "Warefare" mothers. Oh, they were mothers, all right. I live on the edge of the get-to but this was ridiculous. The poor landlord was stuck with these renters who turned out to be, surprise, deadbeats. Cost me hundreds to replace the beautiful and loved 1920 driveway with the grass strip up the center and the unmatched concrete on either side. Oh, didn't I mention they used our driveway? Several times a day
? The thug said to my WWII veteran dad "What are you gonna do about it?" when my dad wanted him to move the nasty loud car and not park there ever again. I feared for my dad's safety. Babies' daddies, johns, drug users, ho girlfriends, rides: all day, all night, Marianne. Unending. Accosting my then-fiance. Propositioning my young hubby. They did NOT say more than one sentence to me, ever, I told them off: oh, gee, I could have had a career change! Police said they could do nothing about it, even the policemen I knew. Too many sleepless nights, mailbox pawed through, dogs hit.:rage: Reason, I had no 100% proof. (Must purchase that video camera.) I even got a stoned x-rated comment when my dad and I got into my dad's Subaru WRX on my wedding day. Oh, yes, easy chairs were set up in the front yard. Jaguar automoblies and plasma TVs were leased.
Miraculously, they slithered away in the middle of the night. After that,a year of a vacant property, maintained by my friend the unfortunate landlord, was ironic bliss!!!!!