Well, last night I was forced to call the police again on the Banging Brood (the 8 p.m. event). The officers actually did show up on the first call, and we had an incredibly long talk.
Though it seems like an absurd policy, it was explained that they have two methods for issuing citations: 1) they observe the noises themselves or 2) the person or persons having to put up with the rowdies can be listed as complainants.
You know, if that had been explained to me way back around July 2nd, I would have been more than happy to write my name all over that citation. So there would be a lot of courtroom rigamarole. Eh. That "Mommy" next door needs to tighten her belt and be the parent, not the live-in doormat that caves in to every little sniffle from her brats.
It's a bit disconcerting that I tell the cops about the fingerprint smudges, when I first noticed them, and the increase in number yesterday morning. But they haven't bothered to collect any of that evidence. And there's no one else that has an excuse to try slipping in through my bedroom window. What, do I have to be raped or murdered before FBPD collects the freaking evidence that's STILL THERE RIGHT NOW?!?
It would be a reasonable, common-sense thing for the officers to collect those prints before they're obliterated by either nature or the thug trying to break in. And since there are prickly hedges under the window, there are bound to be partial footprints that shouldn't be there. The hedges get trimmed with clippers at a distance. Not even the kids play in those hedges.
They did promise to increase patrols last night. Hnn... One night isn't going to stop that punk trying to break in. Whomever it is tries every few nights, it seems. The first fingerprint incident happened September 24, and then again September 27. Short of patrolling in unmarked cars for about a week, I don't see much good happening here.
Looking back at my G+ posts to my former roommate, I noticed this event that occurred on September 25, 2013. I'd stepped out onto the walkway and I saw the Banging Brood pour out of the apartment. It was an endless stream of children, I swear. By the time all the kids caught up with the adult(s) (I know there was a mustached male there leading them, but I'm not sure if "Mommy" was present). Anyway, the increased fingerprints could have happened when I was out doing errands, or it could have happened at night when I was at home. All I know for certain is opening them around 10:00 a.m. on September 27, 2013 and seeing more marks.
I told the officers about the increased number of males hanging around the Banging Brood's apartment and the incident with one of them. He said, "Hey, let's all go inside and play on your PlayStation". Now that would make no sense to say to the eldest sister. Why? Because if they had any kind of game console, the kids wouldn't be bouncing a freaking ball against the wall at all hours.
The officers promised to check it out and to also remind "Mommy" that the kiddos need to knock it off with the ball. I told the officers that I'd be fine if the kids would just take the ball outside and play. Stop doing noisy stuff in the apartment; "play time" is hardly accidental noise, you know.
The officers got quite the picture about my living conditions over the past months. One officer was optimistic about the kids going to bed, and I let him know that doesn't stop them from thumping that blasted ball at 2:30 in the morning (that seemed to surprise the blazes out of the officer). They've been known to do it all times of the day and night. Another officer asked, "Have you tried banging back?" and I told him that it would just encourage the kids to keep it up. I know this, because of the first confrontation I had with that bunch next door (http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/08/august-22-2013-first-confrontation-with.html).
That first confrontation was over a coughing fit that was simply uncontrollable. Sometimes it feels like I'm trying to hack up a lung. My medication does this to me, and I have to have the medication.
