Craziness in the hood

There isn't much going on here, well there is stuff going on but I swear it is too crazy to be real.

The guy who we sublet from decided out of the blue that he was moving back in. Mind you he had no money for a refund so we didn't go anywhere. Left on his own he is ok-ish if a bit obnoxious. Sadly he is rarely content with his own company.

In the last two weeks I have witnessed all types of ilicit drug use. Watched as Das talked him down from a bad high, listened to him rant and rave about it being his place so he can invite over whoever he damn well pleases and boy his choice of associates are shady at best.

There has been a woman so raveged with drug use I swore she was in her sixties. She isn't anywhere close to that. She was actually the most normal of the motley crew that has come through here.  The excessively loud at 2 am high/drunk guy was a rare treat, as was the dude who showed up seemingly uninvited but decided to stay and entertain us with his tales of jail time, drugs, and thievery.

The unintended roommate/landlord insists daily that he is a gentleman but frankly I think we define that just a wee bit differently.

My poor pup has also fallen victim to injecting various substances on his walks around the grounds. People routinely through stuff off their balconies and also leave stale bread for the pigeons. I have discovered that stale bread makes my baby dog crazy. Twice now I have spent the better part of a day wrestling him into submission while he is all wild eyed and he'll bent on biting me.

We move Sunday and seriously that isn't a moment too soon. I don't have the kind of energy needed to live here.