Neighbors on the end

Up to this point I have rarely discussed the neighbors on the end unit of our building. There is a good reason for this and I will explain why. For the first 6 months or so a single woman lived on the end unit with her two young children. She seemed normal (relative to the neighborhood that is) enough, if maybe she yelled at her kids a bit much. At least this implies she actually paid attention to what her kids were doing which is a rarity in this place.

She liked to feed the stray cats which I really thought was a good thing. One thing about this neighborhood is the number of stray cats running around is so high. There are times I will open my front door and 4 cats have been laying on my porch. It surprises a lot of people seeing how I am a big scary guy with a lot of tattoos but I am a cat person so to speak. I have three cats and really enjoy their company. I guess when you are big and strong like me you don't need a dog to protect you (Ha! That's to all my bro's who say I should have a dog!).

Nothing annoys me more than when people take in a pet they lose interest in and even more irresponsibly allow to get pregnant then just dump the pet(s) outside. If you are going to get a pet be responsible for that pet. Recently there were two stray kittens that were very young running around outside. They had been born to a stray mother and possibly the stray cat we refer to as Oscar. Any ways I took the female since my other two cats were female and JC took the male to give to his daughter. At least now these kittens will have a chance at a decent life.

Okay I am getting side tracked now ranting about all these stray cats that people don't take care of! The single woman and her kids moved out about 4 months ago. I think she hooked up with some swinging dick captain who rescued her from her life of poverty or some shit like that.

The apartment was being renovated right around the time that Kenny backed into my neighbors car because the guy doing the work saw the whole thing. I remember that the apartment may have sat empty for around a month. After a month we saw a black woman with a litter of four kids looking at the apartment. Now generally speaking the few black people that come from Columbus to Lancaster to live are drug dealers. Since tend to stick out like a sore thumb around a bunch of hillbillies about every 4 months you here about a house being raided. Seeing as how this was a woman and her four kids I kind of ruled out that she was a drug dealer.

I thought the most likely scenario was she was trying to make it on her own and the rent was cheap in Lancaster. I figured the babies (or each baby) daddy was probably doing some time in one of the counties finer facilities. This tends to be the case in situations like this. After a couple months one of the baby daddies gets out of jail and needs a place to stay and next thing you know you've got another neighbor.

Naturally you move to a small town to get away from things like this so it seemed like kind of a smack in the face to have it thrown right back on us. Really though there is nothing you can do about that kind of situation it is just something you have to accept. Living in a building next to two Vinlanders, with multiple Vinlanders coming and going all the time will probably convince said resident to move quickly anyhow. At least in my experience that has generally been the case. I refer to it as reverse-white flight.

So she moves in. JC and I saw her moving stuff in so we know she did. Here is the odd thing though, since then we have not seen her or her kids one time. Not one time. No sign of life at all in the apartment. One of the upstairs bedrooms is missing a window and has a rug hanging over it, that has been like that for four months. One bedroom has the lights turned on that  you can see every night. That is about it though. Never once have I see one person go into or out of the apartment. I am up at all sorts of weird hours too. Not once have I seen a car parked in front of the apartment. No kids have been seen playing, not even one sound has come from it.

So what in the fuck is going on? It kind of beats me although I have had a few wild guesses. One obvious one that came to mind was that it was some type of law enforcement set up to monitor JC and I. Set up listening and surveillance equipment. They could move things in and out once a week at an obscure hour and we'd probably never notice. It sounds plausible enough but I ruled that out rather quickly. I guess it could be the case but it'd be one of the most obvious operations of all time. Not to mention after this long they'd have to come to the realization that besides the occasional attack of bad gas we don't do anything wrong. We go to work then train at the gym then usually sit in front of the tv until we fall asleep.

So ruling out law enforcement then what the fuck could it be. my next guess was that the apartment is being used to make meth. Lancaster certainly has a huge meth (and heroin) problem. They could be keeping a low profile cooking the stuff up. I guess this could be plausible but again I see a lot of holes in this theory. Although I am sure if they were cooking meth they'd want to keep a low profile we should still see someone coming and going. You'd have to get a constant stream of supplies in I'd assume so when the fuck would they be doing that.

Ruling out theories 1 and 2 I am left with drawing a blank. Nothing about this makes any sense. This confuses me even more than the man-child. I am left rather confused about these proceedings.

Neighbor on the end
With your mysterious ways
I cannot comprehend
leaving me confused for days