Late last year, the hos and bitches done moved away. Before that, they had quieted down considerably. No electricity would probably do that to you I imagine. I had no idea if it was permanent or not, so I didn't really celebrate. Just kinda like one day at a time. We've noticed at least twice that that house has been broken in, one of those times being today.
Well I'm typing a reply to a post here and there's a knock at the door. I see a little old white man there. I'm not sure whether or not I should answer it, as I usually don't, so I go over a scenario in my head where I take the old man and what I'd do if he was hiding a gun or a knife. (I'm insanely paranoid. Sue me.) Finally, I see a large white SUV across the street and I quickly put together that nice vehicle and little old white man = probable owner of the house.
I open the door and end up talking to him and he is in fact the owner. He was going to give me his number but couldn't find a free piece of paper so I grabbed the sheet with his address on it (the address I got courtesy of Bernie). He's all, "My name is B____." and I glance at my paper and go "C_____?" Ha ha, the look on his face was funny. So I tell him "Yeah, I was thinking about writing you about those neighbors." (The only reason I never did was because after I got the address they left and have stayed gone until this day.)
He told me that the house has in fact been broken into four times, that the people are suppose to be moving out, and that he can't get ahold of them. He asked me if I saw anything and I say no. We exchange numbers and he's on his way.
The sad thing is, I heard something. However, noises are not uncommon in this neighborhood. There are frequently people who stop in the street blasting their loud music and shout at each other and generally loiter. It is not unusual for me to go into my room and hear voices of people talking or shouting outside. Unfortunately for Mr. Home Owner, I'm beyond the point where I look outside anymore. I set our alarm and make sure nobody's breaking into OUR house and that's it.
Now that I've met him, I guess I'll actually feel a little obligated to look out for his house.
