I think I may have just seen a drug deal
I live on the edge of a nice neighborhood. For those of you familiar with Tucson, I live in Catalina Vista. Its midtown, but with old nice homes full of families and yuppies and people with fancy dogs. But I think, despite that, I just saw a drug deal go down across the street from my house.
A guy pulled up in his car and another man approached him. They exchanged something (I couldn't tell what) and then the guy who approached walked away. The car pulled away and the guy got onto a bike and rode off carrying a large plastic grocery bag which I don't think he had when he approached the car.
I'm usually pretty naive about these things. I drove down Van Buren Street in Phoenix and didn't see a single prostitute. I didn't get it when a guy on the street offered us pot the other night. I usually need these things explained to me. But that was pretty darn conclusive. Even to me.
Shit.
A guy pulled up in his car and another man approached him. They exchanged something (I couldn't tell what) and then the guy who approached walked away. The car pulled away and the guy got onto a bike and rode off carrying a large plastic grocery bag which I don't think he had when he approached the car.
I'm usually pretty naive about these things. I drove down Van Buren Street in Phoenix and didn't see a single prostitute. I didn't get it when a guy on the street offered us pot the other night. I usually need these things explained to me. But that was pretty darn conclusive. Even to me.
Shit.
posted by Lauren | 5:17 PM
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Lauren, be happy you don't notice these things. It must make life all the sweeter. Our neighbors in Tucson were cooking meth downstairs, right next to a pot dealer's house. One of the tenants complained about noise afterhours and got the apartment managers to get the pot dealer kicked out, which is great because the police had already been by THREE TIMES and smelled dope. The meth guys bolted a day later; probably thought the ax was about to drop. There was an eviction notice and everything.
*takes a deep breath*
Then, our next door neighboor was being continually harassed by her ex-husband. The asshole was stalking her as she tried to move away, then calling the police with an anonymous tip that someone in their apartment was holding them at gunpoint. We had at least two separate incidents right outside the door where the police drew their weapons, intent on shooting a non-existant bad guy. These folks moved later on, presumably just to start the whole game over again somewhere else.
So I guess what I mean, Lauren, is try as hard as you can to keep from emerging from the nice little cocoon you've crafted. It sounds great.
i know it sounds like we must have lived in the ghetto. the apartment community itself certainly attracted a lot of riffraff. but otherwise, we were surrounded by yuppies and retirees.
Dee, you ignorant slut.
Our apartment neighbors were retirees, low-lifes, or both. The yuppies lived in the nice houses around the back, and they were probably all on reefers as well! Reefers!
You have to respect a man who publicly calls his wife an ignorant slut.
Eh, she's called me worse. It's a fun little life we lead.
Lauren, we've hijacked yet another of your posts. Time for you to emerge from the cocoon for a display of primal whoop-ass!
Here's some shit. My laptop got stolen on Thursday night. Right out of my house. The one where I watched the drug deal go down. How's that for primal whoop-ass?
Someone came into your house and stole something? Holy shit! I would not live where you're living anymore.
Holy crap. If somebody broke into my apt and stole my Laptop (or stole it anywhere) I would fall over, piss on myself, and stay there for days while putting cigarettes out on myself. It wouldn't even be funny. My deepest sympathies go out to you and your family.
Wow. I haven't heard the peeing on yourself while putting out cigarettes on yourself thing for a while. Way to go old school.
oh no lauren! that fucking sucks! you just can't hide from the bullshit in tucson i tells ya. that's why the cost of living is so cheap--at any moment, something belonging to you probably will be stolen and sold for drug money.
That's really not funny, Lauren. I'm sorry that your laptop, it makes our experiences seem laughable in contrast.
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