another night another 911 call
There is always a posse. They always party late. Whatever they smoke is awful and not Marlboros the way they hack up there they must be smoking pine cones.
Tonight at least five of them were fist fighting in the street outside the building, someone was zapping a taser off over and over again, someone was yelling about a broken nose and blood. They were pounding into the building. Slamming around. Pounding back out and fighting more. Lots of cursing. Lots of flesh smacking flesh. Lots of zapping.
I stayed away from windows. I do not know how crazy those whackjobs are and wanted a lot of building between me and them if someone pulled a gun.
I called the cops.
The fighting guys heard sirens and all hustled inside.
After the cops left one of them went out and stood in front of the building, shirtless in some 1940’s hat with a taser he kept firing off. I told him go inside or I was calling the cops again.
It is hard to sleep when stuff like this goes down. It is not just the shouting and cursing and sound of bodies smacking bodies. It is the adrenaline.
They are fighting again too.
They have such lovely mouths.
The cops are back again. Six cars. I guess they got more calls. Maybe it will stop now.