I stood at the window, gazing down as the cops “escorted” another drug addict from the building. “Isn’t the first, won’t be the last”, I mumbled as I watched the three of them talking. “Damn Bryson” I mouthed as I thought how one more time he had found “good guys” to be renters. They were always problems one way or the other, generally met at the local bar.
When I pulled into the driveway just minutes before I could see two police cars in between the drug dealer’s place and this apartment building. I figured they had come here when I saw one of the guys’ car at a slant, blocking the two other cars in the parking lot. As this was a supreme no,no, I figured the cops were here, at the apartment that had been moved into just a few weeks ago.
Now it was just a matter of getting the story from one of the other tenants. Dee is always the go-to gal. She knows everything that has gone on in the building for the last twenty years, because she has lived here that long and has a nose for trouble. Years ago, she had a relationship with Byron so their’s is a complicated story. She’s the “Building Manager” and handles what emergencies come up unless they require Byron’s hand. All of her children have lived in the building, at one time or another, with their families.
Dee reported Matt, one of the guys upstairs, had called the police because a guy who had spent a couple of nights was being disruptive and needed to be removed, and not going on his own. Matt is trying hard to maintain some control in an apartment with 2 other guys, both addicts of one kind or another. Matt has his own issues. He is the only one working but he is on the slow side. Dee said the police were being real jerks, treating Matt as if he were the issue, frisking him and jeering at his lack of ability to control the situation on his own.
I told Dee about Matt’s car blocking her car and another tenant’s. She grumpily went up to tell Matt he had to move the car. She watched out the window as Matt went outside, looked perplexed, scratched his head, and moved the car forward a couple of feet. Turns out, as Dee and I had been talking, Matt had moved is car to its accustomed place. Dee and I laughed our butts off.