Last night, around midnight, once again I heard fireworks in front of my apartment. Once again some morons were lighting off fireworks in the parking lot. This time, I opened the door and shouted, “How is that safe? There are cars all around. Find an open field!” To my amazement, a man’s voice responded, “She’s right.” I closed the door, got my shoes on, intending to continue my argument. When I went back onto my porch, I saw a crowd of people and said, “Have you ever seen a car fire?”
A Hispanic man, evidently the leader, told me to shut up. “You’ve said your piece, and we’re leaving.”
They filled two huge SUVs and left.
And oh, yeah. The man who told me to shut up? Hispanic. Probably illegal. My apartments are filling up with illegal immigrants, most of whom can’t speak English, and all of whom refuse to take any part in Neighborhood Watch. They’re too afraid it’s got something to do with the police and they’ll be deported.
But boy, did I love getting my share of Mexican machismo when I had the nerve to complain that I didn’t want my car lit on fire by an errant firework lit by some macho illegal immigrant with no brains.
Six to eight months is what it will take for me to be out of here. Can’t wait. Gee. Living in a neighborhood where people don’t feel entitled to make noise at any hour of the day or night. A neighborhood where people drive cars that don’t have a bass in their cars that can shake the paint off the walls. What a change that will be.
Buh-bye, southside Richmond. Hello, suburbs.
Welcome to the world Meryl. Hang in there !!
Six to eight months is too long, especially since they know where you live, and the car that you drive. Please do whatever it takes, and try to move sooner rather then later.
Can’t. I’m not renting anymore. I’m buying. And in order to do that, I need to pay down my debt and save money. That’s going to take about eight more months.
Best-case scenario: I’d find a rent-to-own condo or townhouse. That would be perfect.
Hmmm…. Meryl, I would not expect the behavior of your neighbors to dramatically improve when you buy a house. These days, the banks will give a mortgage to any redneck who can sign his name. I live in a fairly decent neighborhood, but I still have to stand guard whenever anybody has a party, to put out fireworks-related smolders, keep drunks from relieving themselves on my lawn, etc…