About 10 years back I moved in to this chick's threeplex in midtown in kind of a shit part of town. Not the worst in the world by any stretch, but there had been a couple shootings in the block and robberies/car break ins weren't uncommon. Plus there was a small army of homeless folks for some reason.
Across the street from us was the friendly neighborhood drug dealer. He was the kind where people would come to his front door, disappear inside for a while, and come out a bit higher and a lot poorer. He didn't come outside very often, but when he did it seemed to always be conveniently when this chick I was living with was out there. He definitely had a thing for her. Which is weird, because her upstairs neighbor was waaaay hotter and had a pussier looking boyfriend. I went camping with everyone in that threeplex one weekend and I honestly had a hard time keeping my attention on anything but her. Jesus. Gotta stop thinking about this.
Anyhoo, so the drug dealer eventually noticed that I was parked outside every night so he, being up at 6 in the morning, decided to come outside and ask me about the situation when I was leaving for work. I told him the truth, that me and her were knockin da boots and that I lived there. I smiled politely, and drove to work.
When I came home, there were two of the 'regular' homeless dudes hanging around outside the apartments. In an unusual twist, one of them started talking to me, asking how I was doing, etc. It was really suspect as they usually ignored everyone. The next morning my side window was bashed in and everything that was in my car was taken out. The drug dealer was sitting on his porch across the street, 6am, just watching me.
I got the window fixed the next day, went to work, came home, and that night the same window was smashed along with the rear view mirror. I think my license plate might've been taken too on that one, I don't remember. Didn't bother fixing it this time.
Then something happened between the chick and the drug dealer - like he stopped her when she came out and asked her to come over or something? I don't remember. Some sort of conversation steered the situation in a new direction though - that night I had a tire slashed and she had her truck window smashed in. Later that week her apartment was broken in to and a bunch of stuff was taken. We told the cops about our situation and they just told us to go check the pawn shops, pretty apathetic about the whole thing. But who knows.
The two homeless dudes disappeared shortly after, not sure if they moved on, were picked up by the cops, or something else. The drug dealer stopped coming outside. We ended up moving to a better, drunker part of town.
Later on, she ended up ditching me and moving to Baltimore. I helped her move out there (another long story) and she was back in a shit neighborhood where, shortly after arriving, her apartment was robbed and her car vandalized.
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