Drug Dealer or Doggie Doo-Doo, you tell me.

As you have realized by now, I live in my own little world, Bentley’s world. In this world, things never cease to amaze me. My newest damnation that I have experienced comes in the form of common idiocy. Let me begin here: I live in an apartment in Florida. Apartments in this state are beautiful and riddled with pools, palm trees and drug addicts. Oops, I meant to say wildlife. My bad. Wildlife. Now, in my world, drug addicts or better known as drug dealers lived in my complex. Now, you are going to say that Bentley must live in the hood right? Wrong. No such luck home slice. I live in a safe, diverse complex with all kinds of racial and ethnic peeps to swim my summer away with. This is not drug central. Well, apparently no one told this drug dealer that so he moved in with his girlfriend who was renting the apartment below us. Long story short: They sold drugs, carried a gun, threw each other down the stairs, and a list of other illegal items. I told the apartment management and they said that “security” would check out their apartment. Well, I am scared for them…not! They told the druggies that they were going to check out their apartment in three days. Wow, let’s give them some type of warning shall we? Needless to say, there were no drugs or guns left out when the “security” came a knocking. Big freaking surprise. So, now the druggies knew that I was the one that complained. Yikes. Great. Now I have a 250 pounder with a fourth grade edamacashun after me. Oh, did I mention he owns a GUN. I attempted to tell the complex what he was up to as I saw it happening and they said that they couldn’t do anything else and to call the police. OK. I am one of those crime stoppers kind of person so I called 911 after I heard the guy threaten to kill his girlfriend. 911 said that they couldn’t just come out unless there was absolute violence and a weapon involved. OK. Sure, let me go down there and ask nicely, “Are you fighting with a gun Mr. Crazy Drug Dealer?” Heck no! I told 911 that I “heard” the man mention that he had a gun and that he was going to use it! Well, they came out. But by the time they got there, they had left. Crap. So, now nothing could be done right? Wrong. Apparently, they were harassing others just like they were harassing me. The apartment complex said that if others complained then they could do something. Four couples moved out of the apartment before the apartment complex did anything. They lost four rentals to keep one drug dealer, gun-toting dingbat. Great. One day after I was one of the last people left in our building, I saw a note tucked into my door. Was it a death threat or an eviction for all of my complaining? Neither my dear friends. It was a notice that if the people of the complex did not pick up their dogs’ doo-doo, they would get one warning, then eviction. OK. You freaking know what I am thinking don’t you? Dress up as a drug dealer and have my dog doo-doo on the property, not pick it up and have someone take a picture and turn it in. Then they could be evicted, right? Not. That would have made too much sense. So, my apartment will evict you if your doggie’s doo-doo isn’t picked up but not if your neighbor totes a gun and 50 viles of crack up the stairs? Ok, I got it, just making sure. You can see why I was frustrated, can’t you? It is now, months later and they have finally been evicted after emptying the entire building of most tenants. What a shameful system and a poor excuse for property management. If you are ever thinking of moving to Florida, please do. Just don’t let your doggie doo-doo on the lawn and not pick it up. Oh and make sure to tote your crack and a gun in the wide-open…we accept that here. Happy Moving!