i live in the ghetto

okay well not really...but compared to where i grew up...i live in the ghetto.

i think we may all recall my entry "da po-pos" back in october or something. and thought that would be the end of it. but no. now they've moved onto my neighbor. last saturday night, around 4 AM they came apoundin on her door, toting a "domestic disturbance" call. uh nope. she was dead asleep as were her guests. not satisfied by her answers, they ransacked her place, shoved her cat in the closet and handcuffed her roommate. heh, okay just kidding...she doesn't even have a cat..but the point is. she also doesn't have a landline....aka, no call could have been made from her address. after lame questioning they left.....until.....

well this morning.... i get to send her this email:

morning cara....

you'll be delighted to know that the cops were pounding at your door again this morning....saaaay around 7:50 AM. i heard the distinctive knocking aka POUNDING and was just getting up. i ignored it until they kept shouting POLICE, OPEN UP. felt like i was in an episode of NYPD Blue. only it was yet another episode of BOGUS COP CALLS 90291. i saw john from apart #1 out there trying to talk to them, only he didn't really know any answers to their questions. so in all my bedhead glory, i opened up our door and laid it out. how they came last weekend, and to my place four months ago etc.

they were tentative to leave without any real answers, so i told them how you didn't even have a phone and that seemed to calm them down. they blamed it on the weather reeking havoc on the phone lines again. pish posh. then they asked what car you drove b/c there was a car in the alley or something. i said i didn't know what you drove and that those weren't assigned parking spots. they couldn't give any other reasoning on why they were asking. so anyway, they took my name and went on their protective, merry way. it was another black/mexican cop combo...only not the same ones as before and no tortilla chips. (omg - that was rude, don't forward that on).

-your trusty neighbor

my roommates response:

UMMMM. After that all happened, (which i barely woke up for at all until i realized they would probably want to barge into my room like last time), i fell back asleep until I hear Freddy, the neighbor over the wall, shovelling snow I think (?) . I cannot figure out what he is doing but it sounds exactly like shovelling snow (we live in LA...no snow). Then he shouts GET THE FUCK OUT! only about 20 times. Not exaggerating. I decide he's crazy like Lori (our schizophrenic neighbor) until I hear a quiet voice say "you're yelling at me."
"Damn straight Im yelling at you bitch! Get the fuck out!!!"
"I need to use the phone first - fix my car - I left something inside there - lemme in."
I hated Linda by then, but decided against yelling at her for being so dumb.

Honestly Cara... I don't understand why you're moving....??
~r

cara's response:

Sherlock,

Something VEEEEERy fishy is going down...Are you sure it wasn't the same combo? Those ethnics all look alike you know ;)

The phone-lines-must-be-crossed excuse isn't working with me. there's something else. I suspect terrorists. Or worse- GHOSTS! Next time we gotta ask what was said. Cause my pigs said someone called with a "domestic" disturbance which means someone actually said something on my phone that doesn't exist...

We'll solve this one, you have my word.

Private Parts

basically. nothing has been resolved. it's so much fun living in craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy town. but atleast i can rest easy, knowing that atleast twice a week i am lulled to sleep by the soothing sounds of cop-copters flying overhead searching for suspects. who wants to visit?

Posted by missy at February 23, 2005 11:22 AM