Mike and I have started referring to our apartment complex as “the hood”. It started as a joke because of the dilapidate Ford Explorer parked in two spaces with a flat tire in front of our building, but after four cop cars arrived at our front door last night, it’s no longer a joke.

Around 9:30 last night, we heard neighbors cursing, screaming, and slamming doors. At one point, they were outside yelling at each other. Things calmed down for a few minutes, and then screaming and yelling was accompanied by banging, crashing. We couldn’t see anything, but there was no way to ignore all the noise.

I was ready to call the cops when I heard a baby start screaming, but someone else beat me to it and I could hear them on their cell phone giving the police the address. Within minutes, one office arrived and starting beating on the door, and three officers quickly followed.

I went back to bed, but Mike stayed up peeking out the window for awhile. He never saw anyone get carted off, but we’re hopeful that the situation doesn’t repeat itself. Especially when I’m home alone!

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