Some of you may know from reading one of my previous posts (Does Anyone Have a Psycho Neighbor), that I have…I mean that I had a psycho neighbor.
A little excerpt from that post is…“As I sat there reading and making comments, I couldn’t help it but to crack up laughing at him because he’d yell FUUUCK repeatedly, like about six to seven times in a row. Then I would hear some more bitching that I couldn’t understand, and tools being thrown. I thought to myself, maybe I should ask him if he would like me to get my sister to come over here and change the damn tire for him.
As to the end of this story, the car is still up on the jack with tools strewn about the ground. No one is around and it is dark out.
Does anyone else have a neighbor that is slightly (or more than) off balance?”
Back to yesterday…
Alas, like a thief in the night, my psycho neighbor grabbed his things and fled his apartment without any signs beforehand.
I went to the apartment owners to thank them for ridding us of this asshole and his idiot girlfriend and found that they were as surprised as we were, and knew nothing about the two of them leaving yesterday or at anytime in the near future.
Good! It had finally paid off.
I had decided that this guy had one of two choices to make, either he control himself, grow up and act like a civil adult man, or he was going to have to move.
I knew that the former would be just too difficult a task for him to adapt to, and therefore I intended to drive him out. I finally did it! I knew all along that someone of his caliber could not tolerate living near a retired cop who would make him uncomfortable every time they passed by each other.
Just last week, my fiancée and I returned home around 10:30 one night and found psycho outside in the middle of a screaming match with two other neighbors. He immediately began begging me not to call the cops, saying, “I really don’t need that!”
I told him I wanted it quiet around here.
He said, “It will be!”
“Is it going to stay that way?” I demanded.
“Yes, it will!” he said.
“If it stays quiet, you won’t have any problems then!”
His girlfriend immediately hustled him inside.
As all this was going on, the other two men started to disperse, but one of their wives stopped and walked back a little bit saying, “Please don’t call the cops!”
“If it stays quiet, I won’t!” I said as I walked away from her.
Needless to say the rest of the night remained very quiet. But, of course, the silence doesn’t last forever. Over the next couple of days he did have his little mini fits.
Then once the weekend came, there was a lot of activity over there. 'FutureWife' and I talked about it, and both agreed that something was going on...that psycho was definitely up to something, but we didn’t know what it was.
Monday and Tuesday of this week were similar, but his activities were very short in duration.
Then finally, Wednesday, there was a lot of crashing going on, with bits of yelling in between. I found that the crashing was psycho actually throwing his furniture into the back of his pick up truck.
A few hours later there was dead silence (and still is now). Psycho is finally gone!!! :)



