So last night someone broke into and smashed the window of my neighbor’s house across the street. This incident is not to be confused with my next door neighbor who’s house was broken into a few months ago. Oh, and the crazy old crack head that essentially held by boyfriend captive (as documented in the post ‘In the Ghetto… pt.2′), came to my door the other night asking if “my husband was home” because his battery died and he needed help. So I did what any rational person would do in this situation, I lied. I told him that my “husband” was at work and that I didn’t have any jumper cables. He sensed my nervousness and tried to calm me by saying ” I ain’t no nigger, I’m a fifty year old black man”. But apparently he refused to make such a deal with a women, and asked to speak with my male roommate. This conversation essentially composed of the old guy (Billy) asking to be driven somewhere so that he could get a new battery, and of course, of his supreme skill in the preparation of real southern grits and love of his gravy. Luckily, my roommate is apparently not as nice or naive as my boyfriend and shot the guy down. This is the crap that I have to deal with. This guy remembered where I lived and came back looking for my boyfriend to do his bidding again. When will this crap stop? I’m just grateful that now that my former roommate took all of the furniture out of the house there’s nothing worth stealing anymore. Someone would go through all the work of breaking into my house, take one look around, and just yell “Well, Damnit!”.
When IS your lease up..?
Late August…damnit