retaliation
Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 10:23 pm
This is a long story...so read if you want to, but there is a question at the end.
I lived in Dallas for a number of years. Before that, I lived in some other ghettos as well. One was in Las Vegas. I've seen lots of things and I have never really been afraid of what would happen to me if I had to throw down on someone.
In the Dallas house, I bought a really nice little 1920's cottage. Unfortunately it was next door to El Savadorians that thought they ruled our country. It was nice an peaceful for a while until the owner of the house decided to start drinking again and have all of his illegal buddies over for parties.
So imagine this...it starts up on Thursday night and seriously goes until Monday night until about 3am. They would park a pickup truck in the backyard and open the doors, crank up the tejano music so loud that it was distorted and drink beer, scream, sing, run chainsaws, AYAYAYAYAYAI!!!, burn bonfires in the backyard... I could hear it as if it was happening inside of my home. After asking them to turn it down once, they advised me that I could move if I didn't like it.
After a while I started calling the police all the time when this would happen. One night after this, they came knocking on my front door after midnight. I didn't answer, but I had my shotgun close by. VERY close.
Then, after calling the police numerous times, they saw me out walking my dog and wanted to talk. To make a long story short...they threatened to kill me for calling the cops on them all the time. I decided at that point...after only a year and a half, to sell the house. It was on the M streets in Dallas, so I ended up making money on it, believe it or not.
So great...I'm outta there. So then I decide it would be a good idea to move to Bedford. I have friends here...family is close by in Southlake. Nice, quiet suburban neighborhood. A bedroom community. Bought my house and my woman and I were sitting on the back porch talking. We both said *sighhhhhh* peace and quiet. Literally at that moment...we hear rap music coming from next door. That was in October.
So now, we are next door to even more undesirables. They have parties with loud rap music at least every other day. This includes weekends, weeknights. No one works. Loud rap music blasts from the backyard every day. So when I come home from busting my butt all day, I can't even relax in the backyard. I can't go into my backyard and play with my dog without hearing loud rap music. I have called the police numerous times. The first time, which was at about 11:30pm, they came knocking on my door accusing me of calling the cops on them. That was last fall.
So I know that they know that I'm calling. There are other houses all around, but I've even spoken to some of the other neighbors about this. They're all scared of them, so won't call the police. And they are scary people. They have tons of family and friends. Ghetto cruisers are parked in front of my house every day. I called the police tonight, at about 9:45pm because, by God, I have to get up and work tomorrow! I can hear all of this in my bedroom. I can even quote you the lyrics to the music they're listening to...from my BEDROOM.
This is an otherwise peaceful, quiet neighborhood except for them. I've heard many people describing horror stories about dealing with people like this and after calling the cops get the daylights beat out of them or worse. I know some of you are LEOs and probably have to think about this stuff a lot. What do you do about retaliation? What do I do about my wife that has to go out to her car in the morning and walk in when she gets home? This is unreal that I live in an upper middle class neighborhood and am dealing with this stuff again. Yes, I have talked to the local PD. I have spoken with detectives. I have done everything I know how to do, but it will not stop.
One of my friends told me I should sell the house and move again. I'm not rich. If I was, I would have already moved. I'm exasperated. I don't know what to do anymore. This is twice in two years. I'm about to go insane. Maybe I should move. I shouldn't have to, but I don't think this will ever stop.
I lived in Dallas for a number of years. Before that, I lived in some other ghettos as well. One was in Las Vegas. I've seen lots of things and I have never really been afraid of what would happen to me if I had to throw down on someone.
In the Dallas house, I bought a really nice little 1920's cottage. Unfortunately it was next door to El Savadorians that thought they ruled our country. It was nice an peaceful for a while until the owner of the house decided to start drinking again and have all of his illegal buddies over for parties.
So imagine this...it starts up on Thursday night and seriously goes until Monday night until about 3am. They would park a pickup truck in the backyard and open the doors, crank up the tejano music so loud that it was distorted and drink beer, scream, sing, run chainsaws, AYAYAYAYAYAI!!!, burn bonfires in the backyard... I could hear it as if it was happening inside of my home. After asking them to turn it down once, they advised me that I could move if I didn't like it.
After a while I started calling the police all the time when this would happen. One night after this, they came knocking on my front door after midnight. I didn't answer, but I had my shotgun close by. VERY close.
Then, after calling the police numerous times, they saw me out walking my dog and wanted to talk. To make a long story short...they threatened to kill me for calling the cops on them all the time. I decided at that point...after only a year and a half, to sell the house. It was on the M streets in Dallas, so I ended up making money on it, believe it or not.
So great...I'm outta there. So then I decide it would be a good idea to move to Bedford. I have friends here...family is close by in Southlake. Nice, quiet suburban neighborhood. A bedroom community. Bought my house and my woman and I were sitting on the back porch talking. We both said *sighhhhhh* peace and quiet. Literally at that moment...we hear rap music coming from next door. That was in October.
So now, we are next door to even more undesirables. They have parties with loud rap music at least every other day. This includes weekends, weeknights. No one works. Loud rap music blasts from the backyard every day. So when I come home from busting my butt all day, I can't even relax in the backyard. I can't go into my backyard and play with my dog without hearing loud rap music. I have called the police numerous times. The first time, which was at about 11:30pm, they came knocking on my door accusing me of calling the cops on them. That was last fall.
So I know that they know that I'm calling. There are other houses all around, but I've even spoken to some of the other neighbors about this. They're all scared of them, so won't call the police. And they are scary people. They have tons of family and friends. Ghetto cruisers are parked in front of my house every day. I called the police tonight, at about 9:45pm because, by God, I have to get up and work tomorrow! I can hear all of this in my bedroom. I can even quote you the lyrics to the music they're listening to...from my BEDROOM.
This is an otherwise peaceful, quiet neighborhood except for them. I've heard many people describing horror stories about dealing with people like this and after calling the cops get the daylights beat out of them or worse. I know some of you are LEOs and probably have to think about this stuff a lot. What do you do about retaliation? What do I do about my wife that has to go out to her car in the morning and walk in when she gets home? This is unreal that I live in an upper middle class neighborhood and am dealing with this stuff again. Yes, I have talked to the local PD. I have spoken with detectives. I have done everything I know how to do, but it will not stop.
One of my friends told me I should sell the house and move again. I'm not rich. If I was, I would have already moved. I'm exasperated. I don't know what to do anymore. This is twice in two years. I'm about to go insane. Maybe I should move. I shouldn't have to, but I don't think this will ever stop.
