I'll at least say I'm grateful they sent a rational officer out this time, although the usual "but we can't do anything" is getting tiresome. He wasn't Officer Snarky.
Yes, I understand they can't evict the rowdies. But they can't write citations? They can't tell them to pipe down? They can't warn the Banging Brood's mother? Two months of harassment from them means nothing to the police? So what I'm to do is "talk to the manager" who isn't here because it's past midnight, way past normal office hours? How's she supposed to do anything? What good would it do to leave a voice mail, knowing she won't hear it until Tuesday?
What freaking good is FBPD? Like I've said before, they're a waste of taxpayer money. I even explained that the sounds weren't one thump, not two thumps, but just a drumming on the walls. And that's being called "normal", still. What's normal about living in an effing drum for two months? Maybe these freaking FBPD officers need to be locked in here and harassed from all sides like I've been for two months. See just how they like it, and how quick they're willing to just blow it off as "normal".
I'll say this much, the next door neighbors were already out there, ready to explain their lies. They're quick to pass the blame on to the other neighbors upstairs, and I know that today the upstairs neighbors have been quiet enough. In fact, the upstairs neighbors haven't caused deliberate problems after being warned about my mental health. The only ones that still get their jollies from bothering me are the Banging Brood.
I guess next time I should just smash the windows, since FBPD is powerless and the racket happens when the manager isn't here. Little punks pound the walls, thinking they're safe. They're only as safe as their paper-thin walls permit.
