I went on my patio for a smoke. There's this old house behind my apartment. New West. has a lot of those. Some are heritage homes, most just shabby looking. Anyway, there's this old house that seems to come alive every Friday, Saturday night, even Tuesdays if they feel like it. It doesn't come alive in that good people having a good time kind of alive, but more like red-necks wasting away on meth, tripping over themselves and blasting heaving music just to get a rise out of everyone that has to deal with their noise. I don't like them much. But tonight as I was having my smoke, a girl came walking down the alley. She looked 'normal'. She wasn't their type, just an average young girl, though her heels were a bit higher than I would wear. She clikity-clacked over to the stairs, and found her boyfriend sitting there. They had an arguement, he was calling her names and acting like the jerk he is, she was trying to quiet him down, to listen to her. He answered his cell, but not before the ring tone got abnoxious, made a few jokes w/ his buddy. She cried and I went inside, not really listening to their conversation anyway. I know what it's like to be blind to what kind of person you're with, put up with a lot until you realize you're either in for good or have to walk away. But I still don't understand why so many assholes, shitty guys who can't even shower let alone keep a job, get so lucky that there's a great girl willing to put out for them. Just doesn't make sense.
So I had my smoke, I go to put away the dishes and my dog starts barking furiously at the door. I start to yell at him as I do when he pisses me off, and then someone pounds at my door! I was about to tear it open and give the moron a piece of my mind, considering 90% of the tenants are dog owners, cause this is the only apartment that permits them, this idiot should know better being a retard in the hallways at 2am.
Just before I do that, I look through the peep hole and see a huge sweaty, piss drunk guy without his shirt on. OK, maybe I won't give him a piece of my mind after a while. I hide my dg in the bedroom and lean closer to the door, listening to the coversation stoner is having w/ his (ex?) girlfriend. Another decent girl! I can feel the tension between them as I sit near the door, and hear her attempts at making him understand why it's over. Then the tears come, and he puts her down. She gives in, agrees that it's all her fault and that he's got the biggest balls than anyone she'll ever know.
I was going to write that I walked away. But just as I was trying to fall asleep, the guy started throwing things out of the apartment and getting all violent. It died down for a while, because they went inside, but all of a sudden the girl ran to our door and started pounding! I opened the door and she just said "call the police" and ran back in. She had a black eye. I feel aweful for not calling right when things got violent. It's funny how w/ one look, and she knew that I know she's serious, and that he can't know she is calling the police. I called, they brought in five cops who handled him well, joking around and keeping him talking while they got the details from the girl. Turns out he's had woman problems in the past. And they took him away under assault charges.
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Just found out the guy who beat his girlfriend had first totaled his brand new sports car into 4 vehicles outside our apartment. wtf? Lots of witnesses, he had pinned her to the ground out front and no one called the police. hmm
