So last night all shit hit the fan. My crazy neighbour who lives across the hall from me finally got kicked out last night and was sent packing with her cat in tow. The poor kitty sounded so sad, I was more concerned for him than that drunk bitch. Both the women in the apartment drink, but one was a stupid drunk and the other was a violent drunk. The stupid drunk was actually okay when she was sober. I’ve never seen the other woman sober, PERIOD. She was always hanging around in the halls propped up against a wall or being dragged home by her scumbag boyfriend.
So anyway, last night the two of them came home steaming drunk as usual and one of them hit the other. Then a fist fight ensured with the violent drunk getting kicked out because she wasn’t on the lease. The cops came over to talk to the other woman who had calmed down a little by now, but I could see through my peephole that she was bleeding so the EMT’s were there too.
Then I went over to Jeff’s and we got talking about the two of them and I discovered that the apartment manager was kicking out her boyfriend and he was a little disorientated because he didn’t know what to do next. He said that he still loved her and that they had their daughter together so he didn’t want to move back home to Texas because that would mean that he would never see her again. I honestly don’t know how he put up with the apartment manager for so long. Sure he’s knocked her around a couple of times, but I know that’s only because she’s thrown stuff at him and started fights. She’s a pretty aggresive person and he’s very placid…they’re not a good match at all.
Drama, drama, drama. I’ll keep you posted on what happens next








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