Neighbor Update

I posted a little update in the comments on the last post about my ex-neighbors who just won't get the hint and go away. The real estate agent who just took over the account was unaware of the issues and was appreciative of my calling her when I saw the two women go into the house over the weekend.

She also got a locksmith out right quick to repair the sliding glass door, which just happens to be one of those models with the sliding door on the outside so you can't just drop a bar into the track and be done with it. No, that would be too easy.

But the house is secured again, she's on top of things and I expect that the next time the boys come over for a party, they'll realize how unwelcome they are and go somewhere else. Hopefully that somewhere else won't be my living room.

Now if we could only put together enough scratch to buy the house for ourselves because it is selling for an absolute freakin' steal right now and they're even willing to negotiate down.

Plus, I just found out that my dream house out in Freedom has just gone on the market. I wish, wish, wish we could buy that house and move out of town but it just ain't gonna happen anytime soon.

The Neighbors Who Just Won't Stay Gone

The empty house next to mine isn't so empty all of the time, apparently. I happened to be out on my deck and saw two women enter the house through the sliding glass back door the afternoon.

The same sliding glass door that the asshole's kids broke, on purpose, so that they could get into the house whenever they wanted to while it sits empty. Nevermind the fact that they don't have any rights to the house and are breaking the law by entering it. They don't care in the least because, well, they are fucking idiots.

Anyway, I saw the two women go in and thought they might be a realtor and a client checking things out. But there was no car outside and, when I called the realtor on the board up at the street, she confirmed my concern.

In talking with my other direct neighbors, she said her son has seen both of the asshole's kids in the house and around the neighborhood even though they don't live here. Which is just great to know that a few gang-banging thug wannabe's are using the house attached to mine as a flophouse/drug den/whatever.

Well, guess what ain't gonna fly?

The realtor came out and made sure the place was empty, checked the bar at the back slider and thought it was secure. I had them lock me out on the deck and was able to get back inside in under ten seconds. Her next statement was about getting a locksmith out ASAP.

Which is good. I told her she should post signs and lock both the gates as well.

With some luck the place will sell (it is going for an absolute steal and I'd buy it if I could) and the asshole and his loser children will find some other place to inflict their presence on. I hope our good neighbors are able to buy it, they are good folks and we get along with them really well.

Its amazing to me that this dick and his family haven't lived here in more than a year and they are still making the place uncomfortable. Now that's asshole power!

An Update on the Neighbors

My neighbors, the ones who were total jerks but moved out more than a year ago now because the dad couldn't pay his mortgage and child support his daughter sued him for, well he's in the process of defaulting on his home loan and his house is going to be publicly auctioned off.

Which makes me thoroughly happy. Not so much that he's having financial trouble though I would bailing his two misfit sons out of jail every other week isn't helping, but that they won't be moving back in, ever.

If we were in a better financial position, I'd actually consider trying to buy the house. Especially since it will probably sell for an absolute steal given the market conditions and the surplus of foreclosed homes on the market. Anyone got an extra $350,000 laying around they want to invest in some real estate?

Can you say Karmic Justice? I knew you could.

Another Installment in the Saga of Art the Asshole

I had a neighbor, we'll call him Art, because it isn't his real name. He had two sons, a daughter, a wife and a big old Rottie when we first bought our house next door. When he had to move out of his house, his wife had left him and his daughter had sued him for child support because she had to leave home because he was such an asshole to her.

Nice, eh?

Also, his middle child thought it would be a good idea to jump someone with two of his pals a few weeks before his high school graduation. Never did see what became of his arrest for assault.

And the oldest in the family, let's call him Slimer because he is a smarmy slimy fucking prick with a grin to your face and nothing but insults and threats behind your back.

The wife left him after Art came home to catch her astride a cop in their bed, so I can understand some anger and betrayal issues but Art's assholery goes far, far beyond the call of bitterness. He is, at his core, an asshole.

So, he and his two wonderful boys had to move in with his sister because he couldn't afford child support and his mortgage. Which is understandable but doesn't really give him a license to be such a cock to the rest of the world and, duh, is part of the reason his wife went elsewhere.

The house sat empty for a month or two until he rented it to a pair of Philippino near-retirees who'd just liquidated their house to prepare to retire to the Philippines. They took a house they had lived in with their four kids for a couple of decades and packed much of it up, sold and gave away alot and just threw a bunch more. But they still ended up with a rather stuff house and an overstuffed garage that you literally have to hold the stuff up to close the door on.

It took them a couple of months to get moved in and settled. And then Art the Asshole approaches them with an offer to sell the houes to them. They, obviously, do not want to buy a house as they are two to three years away from going away forever. So Art the Asshole puts the house on the market and basically wants to sell the house out from under them, even though they had an agreement to stay for two years when they first moved in.

I hope the neighbors living there now sue the hell out of Art the Asshole even though it wouldn't teach him anything except to be more of an asshole.