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Dec. 17th, 2003
Public disturbance
Dec. 17th, 2003 06:42 pmEvery once in a while, my upstairs neighbours get drunk and spend half the night yelling, swearing and slamming doors. Lately their antics have been getting worse. The worst part of it is we have a non-conforming entrance. They must walk through my hall on the second floor to get to their door.
Five years ago the one-bedroom apartment was rented by a single woman, whose I will call Alicia. That September I came home from the cottage to find that her boyfriend, Doug, had moved in with his two pitbulls. She was bipolar. They would quarrel. She would come and talk to me about it. I can't rmember the details. She ended up going into the Homewood, Guelph's mental hospital, and they broke up.
The next September I came home from the cottage to find that Barb had moved in with Mike. I have never heard anyone with as foul a mouth as Barb. They would quarrel. She would become violent and Doug would confine her. He spent a couplle weeks in jail for assault, but when he got out Barb stayed.
A guy named Marvin lived with Doug for a few months. Marvin used to ring my doorbell in the middle of the night to let him in, but I would ignore it. Once he asked me if I wanted to be his boyfriend. No thanks, I said. Marvin would get drunk and quarrel with Doug. One night Marvin slashed his wrists. The police and ambulance came and took him to the Homewood.
Barb was still living there and swearing her head off. One night I heard what sounded like furniture flying around the apartment. I phoned the police. Doug ended up in jail for two more months, but the charges against him were dropped. He never seemed to hold that phone call against me. Barb left and didn't come back.
( But that was only the beginning )
Five years ago the one-bedroom apartment was rented by a single woman, whose I will call Alicia. That September I came home from the cottage to find that her boyfriend, Doug, had moved in with his two pitbulls. She was bipolar. They would quarrel. She would come and talk to me about it. I can't rmember the details. She ended up going into the Homewood, Guelph's mental hospital, and they broke up.
The next September I came home from the cottage to find that Barb had moved in with Mike. I have never heard anyone with as foul a mouth as Barb. They would quarrel. She would become violent and Doug would confine her. He spent a couplle weeks in jail for assault, but when he got out Barb stayed.
A guy named Marvin lived with Doug for a few months. Marvin used to ring my doorbell in the middle of the night to let him in, but I would ignore it. Once he asked me if I wanted to be his boyfriend. No thanks, I said. Marvin would get drunk and quarrel with Doug. One night Marvin slashed his wrists. The police and ambulance came and took him to the Homewood.
Barb was still living there and swearing her head off. One night I heard what sounded like furniture flying around the apartment. I phoned the police. Doug ended up in jail for two more months, but the charges against him were dropped. He never seemed to hold that phone call against me. Barb left and didn't come back.
( But that was only the beginning )