A neighbor a door or two down from me got hauled away by the police a couple of nights ago. Word is, his wife made the call. I've called the police on him before, a few years ago. I was worried about his wife and dog, what with all the glass breaking and the shouting....the police hauled him away then too.
He went so far as to shove a neighbor (a woman) out in the street on Tuesday, and follow her, shouting. (She posted about it in the community forum that evening.) His wife called the police later that night.
He's back tonight, drinking. He's a big guy. Fortunately, a friend of mine who's also a big guy was over tonight. I admit I felt safer having him walking around with me.
I've found he doesn't really purposely disturb neighbors. In fact, he saw my friend at the end of the hallway and turned around and walked away. Good.
My neighbor's not a bad guy. He just suffers from PTSD (according to my neighbor across the hall who's a friend of his), and should not drink, ever. Even so, from the very beginning, I could sense barely controlled anger in hom the moment I met him, so I'm friendly when I see see him, but don't engage anymore than a few pleasantries once in a while.
It's rough. I don't want to make his life harder, but the shouting and roaming the hallways sets me on edge.
Oh well. I won't be around for the mayhem that's sure to occur over the long, traditional drinking weekend. I'm picking up the kids at their dad's in the morning and driving up to Bend, OR tomorrow. First time I've seen my dad and stepmon in over a year. I'm really looking forward to getting away, spending time with family.
I'm all packed and ready for the trip. Had a great time hanging out with my friend, and ready to go to bed and get a good night's sleep.