The bad news is that it is 2am, and my alarm will go off in four hours. The good news is that my horrid neighbor, Jessie, is in handcuffs in the back of a police car.
He was, as usual, playing music loudly. Since he’s being kicked out of his apartment in a couple of days, I guess he figured he had free reign. I have to get up at 6am, and I’m just not in a position to tolerate the thumpy music tonight. Over the course of the evening, I called the police three times. Each time that they banged on his door, he behaved belligerently and combatively, to the obvious aggravation of the police. He was so stoned as to be completely unable to cooperate with them in any manner. On the first visit (10:30pm), he got a warning. On the second visit (12:30am), he got a $354 ticket. On the third visit (2:00am), he received a summons.
Immediately after the police officers left that third time, Jesse knocked on my door, which was a first. Just as I got to the door, seeing him through the peephole, I saw one of the officers grab him from behind and deftly slip a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. Jesse, to my great surprise, bodily hurled himself down the stairs of the apartment building, screaming bloody murder about police brutality. Now out of view, halfway down the staircase, he shrieked that his hair was being pulled, his arm was being broken, his fingers had been broken, and so on. The officer, knowing that he was plainly being taken for a ride, told the kid to pipe down. The whole while, as the officer radioed for additional backup, Jessie shrieked, shouting increasingly ridiculous lamentations. (“I can’t see! You’re pulling my toe! You’re pulling my elbow! I can’t breathe”) Within a couple of minutes, backup had arrived, and the then-calm Jessie began to cry.
Presumably, they’ll charge him on the noise violation, a drunk and disorderly, resisting an officer, possession, etc. There was talk of getting a warrant, so I suspect that they’ll search his place and nab him on some drug charges, too.
It’s too bad. I just wanted the kid to turn down his music.
As for me, I’m going to sleep. At 7am, I’m going to get in the car and get the hell out of here. School’s out until May 24 (I crammed and finished a few days early), and I’m headed to the beach.