It is a challenge to describe what goes on next door to me. As many of you know there is a house many would call a "druggie" house. The lady and her two sons moved in about nine months ago. Just this month a new family has moved in across the street. The police have been to the druggie house twice since then and I guess the new neighbors are figuring it all out because they were the ones who called the police the second time.
I hear the skuffle outside in the street and in my Gladys Kravitz mode I peeked out the blinds. I saw a tall fellow yelling at someone in a truck and then the truck took off one way and the tall fellow took off the other way to head them off. I skuttled to the other window.
I saw the tall fellow at the passenger side of the truck and apparently he got what he wanted as the truck moved on and I watched his skinny body with the pants hanging low go by and back into the druggie house. In the next five minutes the cops were in front of the house talking to the tall fellow.
I saw them shake hands and I heard my other neighbor ask what was going on. The family with the four kids had called the cops when they heard the arguing. We hear them arguing all the time over there. The cops were shaking their heads as they left. They know that place only too well.
I had house guests this last weekend and while the fellow was here alone during the day someone from the druggie house came over and knocked on the door and told him there was a restraining order out on the lady's boyfriend and to call the police if we saw him over there. Ha.
There are so many people coming and going over there that I have no idea which one is the boyfriend. My friends think I live in a rough neighborhood. Ha again, it is not safe anywhere. I like tough. It is interesting. What else would Gladys have to entertain her on a lonely weekend?
Everything has been deadly quiet over next door for about five days. Someone has been spray painting some little tree sculptures a golden color over there. I'm amazed that life goes on even in crisis. This morning two strong minded fellows pulled up in front of the house and I could see one of the young men confiring with them. I heard them say "This is getting old." Another said," I'll meet you up there."
One put a satchel in the trunk of his car and they took off with another car that had pulled up. I peeked over the fence. Just a little. One of young fellows saw me. Just for an instant. I skuttled back in my yard. Now the manager of the park is over there. He timidly knocked on the back door which is all boarded up again after another window smashing incident which I seem to have missed. No answer.
I see they are building a fence behind the house to keep the ground from sliding. It may be just a routine call and check in. If the police come by sometime soon I won't be surprised. Otherwise it is just another beautiful day in Southern California.
Well I predicted trouble and two big police vans and one cop car just pulled up next door. I saw the lady of the house walking back from the nearby fields. She looked like a typical flower child. So beautiful and wild.
I can only hear some of what is being said..."So the next thing you know you are drunk in your house...."
"How did he get in the house?"
One of the cops took her picture. She speaks very softly. I heard one cop say..."What did he do to you? It's all good?" It's all good!"
"So, why didn't you scream for help?"
One of the cops leave. She squats down in the driveway and the other cop is still asking her loud questions. He seems to know the names of all the characters. The cops are so tired of all the drama over there.
"Did you call yesterday? He said he was going to kill you? When was that? What did he say exactily."
"So for no reason he just goes into your house and trys to destroy it? Who invited him into your house? " She wanders off into the back street again. The cops are all talking together.
Wow, her mother pulls up. She hardly ever comes in these messes.
" He went in thru a window yesterday and tried to crawl in bed with her. We keep locking him up. "
Everyone leaves shaking their heads.