Brooklyn, lived above a crack dealer who loved to test car stereos all night long, every day with Dad rock. Wednesday at 4am? Yup! Saturday at 8am? You bet your fucking ass.
He also had a giant black lab who he let pee freely anywhere, including inside the stairwell. One day that dog ran away.
There was a drug house across the street from me once. You’d see people in and out all day/night.
One perfect sunday morning, I heard a commotion. Some dude was pissed the dealer stole his money and was trying to bang the door down. It goes on for a bit, until I see the dealer come out the back with a baseball bat, the guy ran off the property to where is car is parked, and called the police on him lmao they called the police on themselves.
Both were arrested. And the drug house was done for, thank goodness. Wildly entertaining.
Brooklyn, lived above a crack dealer who loved to test car stereos all night long, every day with Dad rock. Wednesday at 4am? Yup! Saturday at 8am? You bet your fucking ass.
He also had a giant black lab who he let pee freely anywhere, including inside the stairwell. One day that dog ran away.
I’ve lived next to an dealer too. He got evicted after a few calls to the police (it was social housing).
There was a drug house across the street from me once. You’d see people in and out all day/night. One perfect sunday morning, I heard a commotion. Some dude was pissed the dealer stole his money and was trying to bang the door down. It goes on for a bit, until I see the dealer come out the back with a baseball bat, the guy ran off the property to where is car is parked, and called the police on him lmao they called the police on themselves.
Both were arrested. And the drug house was done for, thank goodness. Wildly entertaining.