Good morning vandalism!
Some asshole threw a bottle through a window downstairs sometime last night. This neighborhood has been quiet for two years and ever since school got out, all kinds of stuff has gone on. Time to go call the cops and clean up.
Update: when I went downstairs to clean up, I ran into two of the neighbors. I managed to get the story from last night that led up to the hole in our building.
The guy I share a balcony with was outside last night with a friend having a beer on the balcony. They heard a commotion. Some guy that lives across the street was beating up his girlfriend in front of their building. My neighbor yelled at him to leave the girl alone. The guy across the street, in less than civilized language, told my neighbor to mind his own business and threatened to set our building on fire.
The jerk across the street stopped beating the girl long enough to go inside and get a bottle of Bacardi. My neighbor was already on the phone with the cops when the asshole tossed the bottle at him. It fell short of the balcony but still went through the window on the first floor. The guy across the street, of course, managed to disappear between then and when the cops showed up.
Earlier this evening the police finally called me back to take a report. I spoke with two people. The first lady sounded like it was her first day on the job and seemed to really have no idea what she was doing. The second lady was an officer who was short and to the point but wanted every bit of MY information down to my social security number, which I declined to provide her. I don’t see how any of that was particularly necessary. It made me feel like a suspect instead of a responsible neighbor and it only served to make me reluctant to ever file such a report again.
