life done write

.One.
My terrifying neighbors strike again. With another case of the lady locking out the fellow and him being drunk and upset. This time there was less screaming and name calling. But I did have to call the police again because he was being loud enough to hear inside my apartment and I was too scared to take the dog out. Oh the joys of The Cherry Creek Club.

.Two.
Speaking of joys, did I tell you about my first encounter with said scary man? No? Then let me tell you now. The first time I encountered him in scary mode (other times I had just seen him smoking cigarettes on the balcony in passing) was late at night when he was stumbling drunkenly up the main stairwell with a giant gash in his forehead spurting blood. Clearly having come from some sort of fight or other sketchy business. This was the first time I was afraid of living near said person.

.Three.
No one should have to live in a place that scares them. This should be enough fodder to get out of a lease.