I have lived in my home since it was built 46 years ago. The neighbor next door was not even born. His family moved in when he was 5, now 41 yrs old I think.
His mother was my supervisor when i worked at Kaiser. The Father died and she remarried and moved, but let him rent the house when he was 19. Well, he and his homies lived there and a lot of in and out traffic selling drugs.
The house was an eyesore from outside, i could imagine the inside. This is a nice neighborhood of families with kids at the time. He was head of a gang and one night another gang member from another city came and we had a drive by shooting in front between his house and mine.
The house got so bad the back yard had broken toliet, barbecue pit, mattress, just a mess, you get the picture.
I finally called the city because i was afraid of fire when he barbecued and the health mess, plus two pit bulls trying to break down the fence.
I lived alone at the time, my husband had just died and my kids had marriied and moved. I didn't move, had tried, but couldn't afford it really, and my home just big enough for me and well kept, plus he brought the value of my home down.
Well the city red tagged his house and he had to clean it up.
I will say his homies and it was a gang were respectful to me, never bothered me.
His one pitbull came into my kitchen one morning. i was in the back room and my sliding door was open. I ran out of the house needless to say. He was growing weed in the back yard so the bulls were to protect them.
He finally grew up, fixed up the house and became respectful.
He did get a couple more pit bulls and I built a fence ontop of his to protect myself when I had to go empty garbage or walk down the breezeway on his side.
He also had a big tree and the branches were over my roof, and he wouldn't trim them, so I wrote a letter to the Ins. comp. sent one copy to him and one to his ins. comp. He took the whole tree down.
Last year my son fixed the part of the fence that the pit bulls were bouncing against and growling. My son threw the old fence pieces in his yard. That night, the fence pieces were in my driveway, so I picked them up and was throwing them back in his driveway, and by the way at this point I am 85 years old.
He came out screeming at me,, I suspect he was on something. He started to break up the boards all the time yelling. He said that is part of my fence and I said, yes and you got the rotten boards in your yard and your mother must be proud of you, fighting with an 85 year old women. Why didn't you do it when my son was here yell at him?
So this doesn't get any longer, last week, he came up to me as I pulled in my driveway and said, I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU FOR THE WAY I ACTED. That was nice. I'm suspected the 12 step program, but still nice and he has since moved.
He also said to me as we continued talking, you are one tough lady. Yes, I have been on my own enough, i don't take it from anyone.
Our neighborhood is very nice and his house is now in good condition, but he has two kids now and a wife and it's not big enough for him. So after 40 years, he is gone. Haven't seen his mother in years, she still owns house.
I was not a neighbor that was protecting my property from fire and the neighbors and my roof from getting distroyed with the big tree branches over it. Sometime you have to take steps to protect your property, but not small things. That you have to let go, no matter how much it bothers you. These were not small things. People around me would complain, but were afraid because of him, he was scary looking and mean.
Anyway, he now looks like a nice family man.
He grew up very privledged. Spoiled.
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