Okay here's the story.....
the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
There is a rent house next door to me. The house is owned by 'psychochick' who rents it out.
The family that is living in the rent house are good people. Dad is a delivery driver. Mom is a bank teller and they have two very young kids.
Psychochick was renting another house and now she says she has to move because her landlord died (I wonder why)
Now she is evicting the family living in her rent house because she wants the house back.
Psychochick was making false accusations saying the dad was dealing in narcotics and doing other unsavory things which is total bullshit in order to have a legal eviction.
it gets better. Psychochick says I contacted her about dads drug dealing????
well 'hell that's news to me. I don't even have Psychochick's freaking phone number, nor do I want it. She is the type of woman that Dads warn their sons to stay away from.
(captaincrunch) got dragged into this f**cking fight!
(captaincrunch) is not happy!
(captaincrunch) is also friends with Dad and Mom next door (Psychochick does not know this)
Now tomorrow at 3:00 PM, STT (South Texas Time) the eviction will be carried out.
Dad and Mom secured a lawyer who has been active on it the past few days (the lease is not up until October 31) Psychochick does not know about the lawyer either.
Now some interesting background on Psychochick. The nut job works for a national postal outfit that is really big (too big to fail) and runs in the red financially and takes in 10 billion dollars a year in help (if you catch my drift) Psychochick drives a Jeep and wears a dark colored uniform (if that gives you a better picture of her going Postal)
Now this nut job moved out of her house years ago. Rented it out. Moves back in again and so on. Psychochick has two sons and a daughter (from a previous marriage and now a boyfriend we will call 'Minime" (her last boyfriend we called "Sasquatch" because he was big, tall and hairy.
Minime has piercings, and hoops through his ears, nose and maybe his cerebral cortex too.
Minime is a little dude with more metal in his face than the Terminator.
I had many run in's with Psychochick (most of them bad) I ran her off my property once already (about four years ago or so)
Now I used to know a 'Juggalo in a past life' (See or listen to a song by Insane Clown Posse called "What is a Juggalo)
This Juggalo had a beef with a rival who was a wise ass back in the mid-90's. The Juggalo came out of a bar one night (or so the story goes) and the Juggalo found the rivals car 'parked' with the windows open.
The Juggalo had to urinate really, really bad from all the beer he drank. The Juggalo did a really bad thing. The Juggalo urinated inside the car (true story)
On another incident about the same time frame. That same Juggalo had some evil college girls neighbors that lived upstairs. They kyed his car. That Juggalo got even.
He got drunk (or so he told me) and he went upstairs to their balcony where they kept a hammock (that was a main hangout on the porch) and urinated on the hammock in the middle of the night (not once, but several times)
What I am getting at is I still know where this Juggalo lives in South Texas. Just maybe I can get in contact with the Juggalo he will reappear (with a bladder full of beer) and maybe he will mark his territory once again.
(Kinda like that movie 'Wolf" when Jack Nicholson urinated on James Spader's leg in the mens room)
a classic movie scene.