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I'm going to try to keep this straight and make sense at the same time.
So I moved out of my marriage December 2014 at my husband's request. That's not important now. Anyway, we found a pretty nice little place not too far from the house so I could still see the kids and maybe we'd try to let the hard part smooth itself out over time. Well, needless to say that didn't work, so I've been here now for almost fifteen months.
Anyway, my place is the far end unit of a three unit building. The guy that I share a wall with is a good bit disabled. He can't really walk more than across the room on his own (something about his hips and lower spine, if I remember correctly) and is on managed pain medication and also tends to knock back several cans of beer throughout the day. He'll get all stupid and scream at his cats sometimes and until I knew the details I actually would have sworn he was psychologically damaged.
Well, Tony has a son, Jr, who's in his late twenties or so. Jr doesn't have a permanent living arrangement so sometimes he crashes at his dad's house. Well, they tend to argue. A lot. Loudly. It gets old listening to them go off at each other for an hour at a time, sometimes longer.
The main reason they argue is much is because Jr is a user of heroin, and he tries to hit his dad up for dope money/food money/bus money/whatever. The other reason they argue is about Jr's girlfriend, who also uses and she actually robbed an elderly lady at gunpoint at the Kroger down the street last year. Tony doesn't want her around, for good reason. But yet she's there a lot, and she and Jr argue a lot too. Loudly, and often. It also gets old. And, I suspect but don't have proof that Jr is buying his drugs in the alley behind my building. He paces up and down the sidewalk then darts behind my parked truck to a running car for a few moments then leaves.
So for the last fifteen months I've dealt with this crap. When the girlfriend is there it's really bad because all three of them go at each other. Keep in mind, I get up at 4am during the week for work and then have to sleep Saturday afternoons for an overnight shift. And the fighting is all hours of the day, well into the night sometimes. Like yesterday, I got two hours of sleep last evening because of this nonsense. Last month I complained to the landlord that it's getting a lot worse, that the girlfriend was still around (I knew that stony had been told that she wasn't to be there at any time) and that the yelling scared my kids when they were visiting and made other visitors uncomfortable. I want to have guests in my home without them thinking in live in a madhouse.
The guy that lives in the next house up caught my boyfriend as he was leaving wanting the name and number of our landlord, because he wanted to complain about the noise coming from Tony's apartment. Now that is pretty bad, really. I guess there was a big fight going on between Jr and the girlfriend over drugs and between Jr and Tony about money. After listening yesterday for an hour of slamming and grumbling and cussing, I got up, got dressed, and took it over there. I'm pretty much done with this nonsense.
I'm getting to a point, I promise.
So yesterday, after taking the phone number over, I stopped and was talking to the woman who lives in the unit closes to the street in my building. She's sick of it too, but they share a kitchen wall so she doesn't hear as much as I do. As we were standing outside talking, Jr and girlfriend slammed out the door and stomped out the back towards the alley and he was saying his dad was a dick and she said she should have just punched Tony in his mouth. This is my point. I'm getting afraid that things will escalate into a situation where they're so desperate for money or a roof that they'll do something physical to Tony. I'm not terribly sure it's not happened already. I know a couple of months ago they stole a brand new prescription of pain pills and last fall Jr stole his checkbook and drained his account by writing checks to his friend who took them to checksmart and got money from them. It took forever to get that straightened out.
I don't want it to be my business, but it kind of already is. I have considered calling the police when things get bad, but I know that Dayton police have a slowish response time to noise complaints, and it's not illegal to argue at the tops of your lungs. I've asked them to keep it down, I've complained to the landlord, and I'm going to call him again Monday to complain again. I'm hoping with the other neighbors complaining too it might spur the landlord into doing something. I don't wan Tony in trouble, but I want the drug using son gone and I don't want retaliation, especially if it involves my new(to me) truck or my cat or my boyfriend's car.
So, when should I start involving the police on this matter? Or should I just start saving up to move to a different part of town?
So I moved out of my marriage December 2014 at my husband's request. That's not important now. Anyway, we found a pretty nice little place not too far from the house so I could still see the kids and maybe we'd try to let the hard part smooth itself out over time. Well, needless to say that didn't work, so I've been here now for almost fifteen months.
Anyway, my place is the far end unit of a three unit building. The guy that I share a wall with is a good bit disabled. He can't really walk more than across the room on his own (something about his hips and lower spine, if I remember correctly) and is on managed pain medication and also tends to knock back several cans of beer throughout the day. He'll get all stupid and scream at his cats sometimes and until I knew the details I actually would have sworn he was psychologically damaged.
Well, Tony has a son, Jr, who's in his late twenties or so. Jr doesn't have a permanent living arrangement so sometimes he crashes at his dad's house. Well, they tend to argue. A lot. Loudly. It gets old listening to them go off at each other for an hour at a time, sometimes longer.
The main reason they argue is much is because Jr is a user of heroin, and he tries to hit his dad up for dope money/food money/bus money/whatever. The other reason they argue is about Jr's girlfriend, who also uses and she actually robbed an elderly lady at gunpoint at the Kroger down the street last year. Tony doesn't want her around, for good reason. But yet she's there a lot, and she and Jr argue a lot too. Loudly, and often. It also gets old. And, I suspect but don't have proof that Jr is buying his drugs in the alley behind my building. He paces up and down the sidewalk then darts behind my parked truck to a running car for a few moments then leaves.
So for the last fifteen months I've dealt with this crap. When the girlfriend is there it's really bad because all three of them go at each other. Keep in mind, I get up at 4am during the week for work and then have to sleep Saturday afternoons for an overnight shift. And the fighting is all hours of the day, well into the night sometimes. Like yesterday, I got two hours of sleep last evening because of this nonsense. Last month I complained to the landlord that it's getting a lot worse, that the girlfriend was still around (I knew that stony had been told that she wasn't to be there at any time) and that the yelling scared my kids when they were visiting and made other visitors uncomfortable. I want to have guests in my home without them thinking in live in a madhouse.
The guy that lives in the next house up caught my boyfriend as he was leaving wanting the name and number of our landlord, because he wanted to complain about the noise coming from Tony's apartment. Now that is pretty bad, really. I guess there was a big fight going on between Jr and the girlfriend over drugs and between Jr and Tony about money. After listening yesterday for an hour of slamming and grumbling and cussing, I got up, got dressed, and took it over there. I'm pretty much done with this nonsense.
I'm getting to a point, I promise.
So yesterday, after taking the phone number over, I stopped and was talking to the woman who lives in the unit closes to the street in my building. She's sick of it too, but they share a kitchen wall so she doesn't hear as much as I do. As we were standing outside talking, Jr and girlfriend slammed out the door and stomped out the back towards the alley and he was saying his dad was a dick and she said she should have just punched Tony in his mouth. This is my point. I'm getting afraid that things will escalate into a situation where they're so desperate for money or a roof that they'll do something physical to Tony. I'm not terribly sure it's not happened already. I know a couple of months ago they stole a brand new prescription of pain pills and last fall Jr stole his checkbook and drained his account by writing checks to his friend who took them to checksmart and got money from them. It took forever to get that straightened out.
I don't want it to be my business, but it kind of already is. I have considered calling the police when things get bad, but I know that Dayton police have a slowish response time to noise complaints, and it's not illegal to argue at the tops of your lungs. I've asked them to keep it down, I've complained to the landlord, and I'm going to call him again Monday to complain again. I'm hoping with the other neighbors complaining too it might spur the landlord into doing something. I don't wan Tony in trouble, but I want the drug using son gone and I don't want retaliation, especially if it involves my new(to me) truck or my cat or my boyfriend's car.
So, when should I start involving the police on this matter? Or should I just start saving up to move to a different part of town?
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