Okay, so this weekend marked the second Saturday night in a row that we got no sleep due to shenanigans on our street that involved the cops coming. Seriously, what kind of neighborhood do we live in anyway?
So this Saturday night, we're in bed and around 11:30 we hear all these cars thumping loud music right outside our window, and there are lights shining into our bedroom, waking us up. So we look outside and there are 2 trucks and a random car parked in our yard. As we look, hoards of teenagers spill out of these cars and just take off running up the street. What in the world?
After events that occurred later (which I will get to), we deduced that these kids were trying to be inconspicuous by parking throughout the neighborhood and they thought our house would be a good spot because they didn't think we were home. All our lights were off, and unlike everyone else in our neighborhood, we actually park our cars in our garage out of sight.
Anyway. . .so these kids keep coming back and forth from their cars, turning them on and blasting music, and other kids are cruising the neighborhood in their cars blasting music, and there are tons of kids just roaming around, so we decide it couldn't hurt to call the police. Cy calls the police and explains to them that we have random cars on our property and random kids roaming the streets, and they not only get our address wrong, but we get the impression they totally don't care. So we think, at least we tried, and we go back to bed to try to ignore the ruckus and get some sleep.
Well, a few minutes later we hear a car go by, and I look out the window to see a police car cruising on by. They had obviously seen the cars and decided everything was okay. And I think that probably would have been the end of it, but for what happened next. One of the kids, out roaming the streets, sees the cop car and freaks out, and takes off running toward his car (parked in our yard of course). Well the cop see this kid running down the street and whips her car around. The kid hops in his truck and tries to take off, but the cop floors it and parks sideways across the front of his truck, blocking him in. Apparently after this (we couldn't actually see from where we were, but our neighbor across the streets filled us in), the kid gets out of the truck and takes off running. He tries to run behind our house, which is a huge mistake, since we and our neighbor have a fence. So the cop gets out of the car, chases the kid down the street, tackles him, and drags him back to her car.
At this point, the kid makes his next big mistake. He tells the cop that he lives/is hanging out at. . .the house where the cops had to come last weekend (I'll get to that in a minute). The cop says, "Then why are you down here?" and he makes something up, so she drags him up the street and starts banging on the door of this house. Well, these people are no strangers to the cops banging on their door, but they are lucky this time and aren't home. In the middle of this, a second cop shows up. I don't know if at this point they realized the kid was lying, or that he was drunk, but the kid starts yelling at the male cop, and the cop just grabs him, whips his hands behind his back, throws him against the cop car, frisks him, cuffs him, and shoves him inside.
After this, three more cop cars show up. They run the license plates on the cars in our yard. We got the impression that one or more of them might have been stolen. But the female cop ran the plates on one car and said, "I know this kid, you don't want this kid in your neighborhood." Which we of course found very reassuring.
After running the plates, the first cop decides to go up the street and see where all the kids have gone. There is of course some huge party with underage drinking, so they haul some of the kids away and the rest take off running. Well of course now the kids whose cars (stolen or not) are parked in our yard are not about to come back for them, with the cops camped out right there, so the cops call a tow truck to have the cars towed and impounded.
The first truck--the one belonging to the kid who got tackled--is taken away by his very unhappy looking parents. The other two are left in the street surrounded by the cops until at 1 am, the tow trucks finally show up and haul them off. We finally got some sleep around 2 am.
This coming on the heels of last weekend's cop-worthy adventure. So last Saturday night we're asleep and at 1:30 am we get awakened by a loud pounding sound. It is so loud it even wakes Cy up (which is near impossible). Cy goes out in the living room to see if he can find out what's going on, then comes running back to the room and says, "You've got to come see this."
It was of course the house across the street and behind our neighbor's. Fortunately, we had our 10 foot ladder in the middle of the living room since we'd been painting. I climb up the ladder where I have a perfect view of two girls fistfighting and screaming at the top of their lungs. Yes, so there are two girls just attacking and clawing at each other and there are two guys trying to pull them apart. A fifth person is banging on the door - apparently there are more people inside and the fighters are locked out. So the guys pull the girls off each other and everything calms down a bit and then they start clawing at each other again and have to be pulled apart again. With the other person banging on the door the whole time. This cycle repeats itself for quite some time, and then finally someone opens the door and they all go back inside.
But that is not the end of it. We go back to bed, only to hear the banging sound again a few minutes later. And it's like deja vu. We go look and they are back outside, fighting again, locked out again. Eventually they all go back in again and then a few minutes later we hear more banging and look out again and this time it's the cops banging on the door.
After that it all settled down.
Seriously. . .where do we live?! I love our house, but I think I might love it better somewhere else. If this keeps up though, we may just have to move.
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