I'm SO TIRED OF DRUNK FUCKS!
I came in late myself at 4am after having a good time with some friends to find a bunch of drunk ass people in the parking lot like they always are in the area. They're always in the front of my apartment windows screaming and drinking or in the parking lot. Well, usually they leave me alone and I leave them alone because I can't STAND drunk ass people being obnoxious but I can understand the urge to party sometimes.
Well, this guy was falling over drunk and his friend had to pick him up off the sidewalk then he got on his bike and drove straight at me and my dog (I was walking her on the opposite side of the parking lot) trying to hit us. The he rode right down next to my car, scraping the fuck out of the side of it (at least that's what it sounded like). I said, "Excuse me but that's my car you're scraping into so you need to please stop." One of his female friends came over and was like, "I'm so sorry, so sorry..." and was trying to pull him away when he started yelling shit at me like, "SO? SO!?!" Then Lexi lost her temper. Oh no. So I just burst out screaming, "Do you want me to call the fucking cops?! I am going to call the police if you don't fucking go home!" So he continued yelling at me, "YEAH?! YEAH!? I'll fucking DIAL it for you!"
At this point I was mad enough that I just took my dog inside (yelling obscenities and about how I hate drunk kids who are doing this all the fucking time) and called Ryan who was stopping by the store before coming home to tell him to get his ass home NOW because some drunk fuck was messing with me. Ryan told me to call the police so I tried the non-emergency number and then gave up when the recording said to call 911 after regular hours. Ryan got home and we walked out to see if my car was damaged at all by this fucking kid. I was walking back in and Ryan went to deflate the tires on the bike (giggle!) because he was pissed when I saw them coming out of the apartment in front of my house.
So the guy starts shit with me AGAIN in the hallway! I'm like, "Look, you need to fucking go home. Now. I don't want to deal with this." His girlfriend is like, "I am so sorry, I really hope you didn't call the cops, I'm so sorry." I told her that I didn't call them and it's not her fault but he needs to go. Then outside, the guy went up to RYAN who was walking back inside and tried to shake his hand. Ryan's like, "I don't want to shake your hand because some drunk fuck was messing with my pregnant wife and you might be that asshole." So the guy starts in with Ryan and his girlfriend is trying to pull him away... it's looking like they are going to come to blows any second. I came outside immediately with my phone in my hand and yelled, "If you don't fucking GO home in THIRTY SECONDS I AM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE." The guys stand there staring at each other looking like they are going to hit someone. I'm like, "Ryan." They stand there. So I start counting (rofl!) one, two... fuck this bullshit!" Ryan walks over to me and the guy starts coming back up at us so he's like, "Call the police." So I dialed the number and gave it to Ryan who talked to the emergency operator. The guy walks back a bit then comes right up to us and is trying to get into the building, buzzing his friend (the drunken crack whore across the hall who is constantly drunk or screaming at her 2 year old daughter) to let him in. I walk in and ask the friend not to let him into the building. So SHE goes out and asks him to go home. Then she had THREE different guys go out to ask him to go home. He's refusing. When the guys came out, the drunk fuck keeps talking to Ryan and wanting to shake his hand saying that he didn't mean anything disrespectful to him over and over. I'm like, "But you fucking meant disrespect to his pregnant wife."
Then the police finally show. All of them scattered like cockroaches and tried to get into the neighbor across the hall's apartment. The drunk ass snuck out the back with a friend of his (who obviously knew he was underage, etc). The cops say to contact management about the issue because they have a strict 3 strikes and you're out policy apparently and pretty much don't do shit. 15 seconds after we walked into our house (I was getting ready to grab my dog and then lock the door because Millie was going nuts), THE DRUNK ASSHOLE WALKED INTO OUR APARTMENT. I freaking lost it and roared, "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOOOOOOW!" I have some lungs so I'm LOUD. The cop came RUNNING back into the building and started taking his name, address, etc. then they knocked on our door to let us know they sent him home and he said he thought my apartment was his (bull SHIT).
The cops sat out front for a bit and watched him keep walking up to the inside of his door and peek out the windows to see if the cops were still there. Finally, after three times, the cops got out of their cars and went to tell him to stay in his apartment for the rest of the night. You could see them talking with him again and with his girlfriend. Yet, the cops did pretty much nothing but talk to him and I swear he's going to come out and vandalize my car.
I'm not a happy camper and this totally ruins Ryan's fun canoe trip because he had to be there at 5:30am to go with his coworkers. Now he doesn't feel safe leaving me alone (nor do I feel safe being alone... who the fuck would start shit with an obviously pregnant woman?! I mean, I LOOK SIX MONTHS PREGNANT. It's NOT hidden.) Monday morning bright and early I will be complaining to management and demanding that they either move us into a safer building or let us break the lease without paying the extra money. I've hit my LIMIT and we've only been here for two months. I'm sick and tired of the drunk kids and I could overlook it when they were just being loud and obnoxious outside but they took it too fucking far by harassing me and then Ryan.
Well, this guy was falling over drunk and his friend had to pick him up off the sidewalk then he got on his bike and drove straight at me and my dog (I was walking her on the opposite side of the parking lot) trying to hit us. The he rode right down next to my car, scraping the fuck out of the side of it (at least that's what it sounded like). I said, "Excuse me but that's my car you're scraping into so you need to please stop." One of his female friends came over and was like, "I'm so sorry, so sorry..." and was trying to pull him away when he started yelling shit at me like, "SO? SO!?!" Then Lexi lost her temper. Oh no. So I just burst out screaming, "Do you want me to call the fucking cops?! I am going to call the police if you don't fucking go home!" So he continued yelling at me, "YEAH?! YEAH!? I'll fucking DIAL it for you!"
At this point I was mad enough that I just took my dog inside (yelling obscenities and about how I hate drunk kids who are doing this all the fucking time) and called Ryan who was stopping by the store before coming home to tell him to get his ass home NOW because some drunk fuck was messing with me. Ryan told me to call the police so I tried the non-emergency number and then gave up when the recording said to call 911 after regular hours. Ryan got home and we walked out to see if my car was damaged at all by this fucking kid. I was walking back in and Ryan went to deflate the tires on the bike (giggle!) because he was pissed when I saw them coming out of the apartment in front of my house.
So the guy starts shit with me AGAIN in the hallway! I'm like, "Look, you need to fucking go home. Now. I don't want to deal with this." His girlfriend is like, "I am so sorry, I really hope you didn't call the cops, I'm so sorry." I told her that I didn't call them and it's not her fault but he needs to go. Then outside, the guy went up to RYAN who was walking back inside and tried to shake his hand. Ryan's like, "I don't want to shake your hand because some drunk fuck was messing with my pregnant wife and you might be that asshole." So the guy starts in with Ryan and his girlfriend is trying to pull him away... it's looking like they are going to come to blows any second. I came outside immediately with my phone in my hand and yelled, "If you don't fucking GO home in THIRTY SECONDS I AM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE." The guys stand there staring at each other looking like they are going to hit someone. I'm like, "Ryan." They stand there. So I start counting (rofl!) one, two... fuck this bullshit!" Ryan walks over to me and the guy starts coming back up at us so he's like, "Call the police." So I dialed the number and gave it to Ryan who talked to the emergency operator. The guy walks back a bit then comes right up to us and is trying to get into the building, buzzing his friend (the drunken crack whore across the hall who is constantly drunk or screaming at her 2 year old daughter) to let him in. I walk in and ask the friend not to let him into the building. So SHE goes out and asks him to go home. Then she had THREE different guys go out to ask him to go home. He's refusing. When the guys came out, the drunk fuck keeps talking to Ryan and wanting to shake his hand saying that he didn't mean anything disrespectful to him over and over. I'm like, "But you fucking meant disrespect to his pregnant wife."
Then the police finally show. All of them scattered like cockroaches and tried to get into the neighbor across the hall's apartment. The drunk ass snuck out the back with a friend of his (who obviously knew he was underage, etc). The cops say to contact management about the issue because they have a strict 3 strikes and you're out policy apparently and pretty much don't do shit. 15 seconds after we walked into our house (I was getting ready to grab my dog and then lock the door because Millie was going nuts), THE DRUNK ASSHOLE WALKED INTO OUR APARTMENT. I freaking lost it and roared, "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE NOOOOOOW!" I have some lungs so I'm LOUD. The cop came RUNNING back into the building and started taking his name, address, etc. then they knocked on our door to let us know they sent him home and he said he thought my apartment was his (bull SHIT).
The cops sat out front for a bit and watched him keep walking up to the inside of his door and peek out the windows to see if the cops were still there. Finally, after three times, the cops got out of their cars and went to tell him to stay in his apartment for the rest of the night. You could see them talking with him again and with his girlfriend. Yet, the cops did pretty much nothing but talk to him and I swear he's going to come out and vandalize my car.
I'm not a happy camper and this totally ruins Ryan's fun canoe trip because he had to be there at 5:30am to go with his coworkers. Now he doesn't feel safe leaving me alone (nor do I feel safe being alone... who the fuck would start shit with an obviously pregnant woman?! I mean, I LOOK SIX MONTHS PREGNANT. It's NOT hidden.) Monday morning bright and early I will be complaining to management and demanding that they either move us into a safer building or let us break the lease without paying the extra money. I've hit my LIMIT and we've only been here for two months. I'm sick and tired of the drunk kids and I could overlook it when they were just being loud and obnoxious outside but they took it too fucking far by harassing me and then Ryan.