Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Speaking of Crack...
My neighbors are on crack. Just a little history for you that are new to this situation. Richard and Cheryl moved in around November, he was friendly when they first moved in and I only received death looks from her. I don't know why she would think I was interested in Richard in anyway. I mean...I love when a hairy beer bellied middle age man goes out to get his mail without a shirt and simpson pajama bottoms on. Hold me back sista! Shortly after they moved in the problems began... Christmas Eve cracked out Cheryl threw a "fit" outside while wearing nothing but her panties, shouting and screaming at 3 am. I'm sad I spent the night at my moms...aparently it was quite the show! A month later to be exact I was rudely awakened by what I thought was someone busting through my wall of my condo. It took me a minute to wake up enough to realize what was going on. After hearing "WHERE DID YOU PUT IT " I realized she was probably looking for her crack pipe and he has hidden it from her. Crazy crack heads. And then the calls to the cops became more frequent. My favorites are when SHE calls the cops on them. That's beyond me, but when you're all cracked out don't you try to stay away from cops? Hmm... Okay so anyway. Last night was I think the best of all episodes. I was hoping the cameras to show up so I could get on an episode of cops. Anyway, it all started because Cheryl locked Richard out of the house in a cracked out rage. I guess she was crying because she was scared so she locked him out. This cop totally made my night though. He was so impatient with them; as any cop would be who had been called to the same place a dozen times; he was yelling at them just as much as they were yelling at each other. After finally getting Cheryl to get her stuff and leave the condo they waited by the mailbox for her ride (aka ex husband). Anyway...she started to hyperventilate and the cop kept telling her to calm the hell down or she'd end up in the hospital. The cop was just hillarious, when the ex husband showed up Cheryl went running off without her things, so then for a few more minutes I was able to listen to him yell at her to get her shit. hehe Quite entertaining and I know you all are jealous!
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I can testify in behalf of Ashley. I was afraid for my children when we went for a visit. Ashley's neighbor was sitting out on the sidewalk crying while talking on the phone and also drinking an entire bottle of wine. Man that's the life.
ReplyDeleteHee! You just don't see these kinds of things in suburbia. Let's have a party at Ashley's house and watch the drama. I wanna see the "Simpsons" jams. *HOT*
ReplyDeleteSo crazy! I'm thankful for my life. And that nobody I love is on crack.
ReplyDeleteShe may be on speed...but really i think it's a combo of things. I was outside chatting with my neighbor a few hours prior to the white trash fest and she came outside and was as happy as can be!
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