It's been quite awhile since I've written, I was actually just getting ready to go a "Back to the Past" post about one of the earlier things that had happened here before I started the Blog, but then this happened.
As you know based on my post from July 2, I had to call the cops on the people on the 2nd floor in my building. Last week at about 3 in the morning I was awoken to screaming and yelling and laughing and it was them again. I gave them about ten minutes to collect themselves and be quiet before I called the courtesy patrol officer, who has actually been on every time I've called the past two weeks. He came in about ten minutes and told them to be quiet and have some common sense, it was after all three in the morning.
Goodbye Common Sense and Respect!
So last night, I take Koda on his last walk and I see that they have their deck lights on (They have these string lights on their balcony that they only turn on when they have company). So I take a mental note of "Great I'm going to be calling the courtesy patrol tonight". I head back upstairs, play some Gears of War with Kyle for a couple hours and decide at midnight to go to bed. I fall asleep and everything is fine. At about 2:30 I wake up to yelling and laughing. Kyle wakes up as well and seeing as I'm the one that always calls, I dial the number (which is now on my speed dial) and hand him the phone. I then go on the deck to look around and notice that the Deck Light people have lights turned out, so it's not them. I then look catty corner and see Shadow Man.
Shadow Man Belongs to This apartment with the booze bottles on the patio.
I call him Shadow Man because at night with the way the light shines I can only see his shadow. Now, this is not my first encounter with Shadow Man. Last summer he would throw what I referred to as his "Saturday Parties" because every Saturday I would have to call the cops/courtesy patrol on him for being loud. Most of the time I would get to watch him fight or argue with the cops/CP about how he waasn't being loud, even though he was yelling on his deck at three in the morning. This summer he's been very well behaved so I was surprised when I looked out my window and saw eight people on his balcony yelling.
The CP showed up about ten minutes after and told them they needed to be quiet. They insisted on drunken rambling and that they were being quiet and wanted to know where he lived. He said if he had to come back the Parker PD would be coming back with him. They went inside for two minutes then came back out and continued their ruckus. We saw a police officer walking around and they would duck down on their balcony. Around 4 A.M. I was able to fall back asleep, then was awoken at 5 A.M. when they all left and decided to scream their way to their cars.
Might be easier to hear with Headphones.
So, I called the leasing office in my rampage at 3 A.M. to ask them when is enough enough? I've called twice in one month on Deck Lights, once this month on Shadow Man, and have called the courtesy patrol two other times for random events (screaming in the parking lot, people hoping a balcony on the first floor). Am I really the only person that gets sick of it and wants it to stop? I've contemplated going over to their apartments Sunday morning at 2 A.M. banging on their doors and walls, and running off just so they can be woken up in the middle of the night. I have parties, but my friends know my deck is strictly for smoking and you're quiet when you're other and then you come back and join the party. The best part? It's an unspoken rule! It's common sense!
We are almost exactly one month and counting away from getting out of this place. I don't know how much more I can take.
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