I’ve written sporadically about our situation with our neighbors. For those of you that are keeping score, here’s the latest development. About 9:00 this morning my girlfriend (who’s on her summer break from teaching) is awakened by somebody pounding on the door. It’s one of our rear neighbor’s daughters. My gf answers the door and Daughter starts yelling at her about calling the pound regarding rear neighbor’s dog (which she bought in a half-hearted attempt to keep the cats away). Daughter demands that my gf “Come out here where I can see your face” and the like. My gf who just climbed out of bed and is in her underwear at the door refuses. Daughter stalks off and, as she’s rounding the corner, fires off “Things around here were great before YOU moved here.” The end. All fine and dandy, except that WE DIDN’T CALL THE POUND ABOUT ANYTHING. The only thing we’ve ever discussed with Animal Control was the cat situation, and Rear Neighbor hasn’t been involved in that for months. In fact, we haven’t been involved in it in almost a month. So now, not only do the neighbors hate us when we ask them to be considerate, they hate us when we don’t complain.
How did we manage to buy a house situated directly between the three worst neighbors on the block? No joke. If were were four houses north of where we are now, I would really like Historic Filipinotown. As it is, the neighbors hate us. I can’t get the LAPD to do anything about the drug dealing or prostitution that goes on in BROAD DAYLIGHT across the street from our house (Note to LAPD: If you require me to wait until I witness the deal to call you, the people involved are going to be gone when you arrive 30 minutes later, if you even bother to come at all). I can’t do anything to stop people from leaving entire bags of garbage all over the unattended areas, or to get the business owners to call for graffiti removal on their own buildings. Even the regular, everyday people that travel through are as likely to stop their car to get out and urinate on the street (or, occassionaly my fence) as the homeless population. I’m really getting tired.