background: staying in a roadside motel in the US. Man and Woman in the next room are screaming at each other. 1:30 in the morning. Not my problem.

But I did get voyeuristic and plant my ear on the wall. Most I could comprehend was “your daughter, but what about MY daughter?” from the woman. That’s what I thought I heard.

I was like, if I am certain I can tell that someone is beating on someone, and trying to kill them, or you know just violence is happening, then I’ll call 911. but I was far from certain. all i could discern was crying and screaming.

Hour later, someone is pounding on my door. is it someone in distress? I am in the least accessible and least desirable room in the place. It’s probably one of those two neighbors, but which one?

Anyways, I’m in the US, so I have one or more guns, but I don’t keep them loaded or accessible. by the time I had something ready, I think the neighbors were about to pass out. they currently are quiet after hours of screaming.

So I’m not a fan of cops, but not entirely against them. Situations in which I did call the cops:

-Neighbors were screaming at each other, 3 a.m.; their 6-year-old girl was out in the street crying.

-I heard broken glass and looked out the window, and saw a pair of big man’s boots going into what I thought was a single woman’s apartment.

  • Frozyre@kbin.melroy.org
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    4 months ago

    It took me 8 full months, of tolerating a tenant’s loud vibrating music before I started calling police. Like, I don’t mind the kind of music where you can faintly hear it because it can be ignored. No, this fucker’s entitlement had the audacity to blare his shit so that not only can you hear it completely but also feel it. It was an absolute violation of the lease agreement to not have sound systems, yet here’s this fucker.

    I call the police on him and they told him to cut it out. I go to my sliding door by the balcony and saw like several people pour out from there. All complaining about how they had to be told to keep the peace because again, entitled assholes be entitled assholes.

    Since then, though, I’ve had to call the police on him again because he would sometimes think he’s crafty by doing that shit during days where management is closed. Like, dude, fuck you and your music.