the trouble with apt.19

Tonight marked a milestone for me, maybe. 1/2 an hour ago I called 9-11.

I was shaking, scared, hoping I did the right thing. The guys from Apt.19 (downstairs) were drinking in their lawnchairs, yelling at ...who knows what for an hour or two. Then one of them got 'too drunk' and a fight broke out. The yelling didn't stop. I stepped onto my porch, thinking maybe they'd see me and stop. One of them was 'zombie-drunk' and the other had a hammer. Did I mention zombie-man had a bloody face?

Yeah. They fought more, and that's when I decided it was time to dial 9-1-1. The cops showed up with one car, one van and one ambulance. This is more drama than I've ever seen in my life. Why do the neighbors from Hell occupy my section of the building? Every single person I've seen here is quiet, avoiding. Not these guys.

I hope something positive comes out of this for them, like they realize their behavior could get them in trouble or some crap. I don't wish they get kicked out, I really don't. I .. also hope there's no retaliation should they figure out who made the call to stop them. My car is RIGHT THERE.

-shaken