So I live in a decent part of East Hamilton on a beautiful street with lots of retirees and hard working young families. Everyone is nice and we do our part to help one another.However there is a STREET BLEMISH known by some people as a CRACKHEAD.His dad used to be the main coroner and infact did my dads autopsy. His parents have moved out and left him in the house to his own means.Mom comes by pretty much everyday with his soup and other essentials.Up until now this house has been a "using house".A small group of people who get their dope from him and smoke it there and leave. Over the years I have seen cops come and go and nothing seems to get done.Lately the late nite activity has spiked and just last week the cops were here again breaking up a fight which woke up my wife and daughter.The police are well aware of this guys record over the years but no action has happened.I have left notes on cars of his visitors letting them know they are unwelcome but the activity continues.Last night I stapled letters to street poles advising others to keep an eye out for each others property.The crackhead has called my cell phone(i advertise on my lawn for my landscape business)threatening the Hells Angels on me.This guy has no connections and is a bum who has been enabled his whole life.Any suggestions on how to deal with this guy.Im not a cop caller,but would like to shame him so he crawls back under the rock he came out from under.Thx in advance.V
Aside from the recent late night disturbance, have there been any other episodes that that have caused you specific problems? Are there repeated instances of disturbing the peace, or damaged / stolen property, or altercations with neighbors?
If not, then maybe you should've just ignored him. Every street -- even a 'nice one' -- has a bad apple; someone who doesn't properly maintain his property, or someone who speeds excessively, or someone who makes noise, or someone whose dog constantly barks, or someone who is repeatedly involved in domestic disturbances, or someone who sells drugs, etc. That's just the way it is, and you pretty much have to learn to tolerate it.
But seeing as how he has threatened you, you should alert the authorities -- if not for your own sake, for your family's. You may not be a "cop caller", but this is why your local police department exists . You pay for your police department, and you pay the salaries of policemen; use them.
File a complaint, file multiple complaints, get as many of your neighbrors to file complaints too. Make sure you mention that he personally threatened you with bodily harm. This is the only way problems like these get resolved without messy fallout.
The P.D. usually doesn't like that one cranky citizen who complains about anything and everythng, but when a group of good, responsible citizens file multiple complaints about one BAD citizen, somethinthing usually gets done -- one way or another.
i would stab him in the face
What are you, some sort of barbarian?!?!?!?!
Do you have a rapport with his mother?
The way I see it, you have essentially 3 options; 1. Document all the car and/or suspicious foot traffic coming and going to this guy's house in a 2-3 month time frame (times, license plate #,etc) along with any more threats he makes to you, your family or neighbors and bring it to the cops and ask them to take him down as a dealer. I don't know what the drug laws are in your part of Canada, but if he's smoking and dealing stuff stronger than marijuana, the cops are going to need documented evidence to get a warrant, etc. 2. Check with your local city hall to see what registering noise complaints, littering, etc and see what options you have for dealing with your problem house as a crackden. 3. Take all your documented evidence to this guy's mother, sit her down and ask for her help in getting this guy some professional help. She may or may not be enabling his behavior, but could just be in denial about his drug problems and sitting her down and showing her your evidence may open her eyes to her son's problem. Aside from that, Esthete has some pretty good advice.
Please do not mess with this guy. Let the Police do their job.
Do not go to his mother because that will force this scumbags hand. She knows what this punk is doing and she is as guilty as he is. As a pot smoker I was forced to do business with some very bad people. Black Gangbangers, Mexican Mafia, White Bikers, Hippies they are all the same. Drug dealers are dangerous people. He might be a weak ass little suburban white boy but somewhere up the food chain are some very serious people. The cops know what's going on. They know every drug dealer in town. They always do. Call the Police every day. Call twice a day if that's what it takes. Do not play citizen vigilantly. Please take his threat very seriously. A cat like this is having his product fronted to him. It's not his dope it's the Bikers. Sooner or later this guy will screw up and end up dead in a ditch or in jail.
NegPhil Wrote:Sooner or later this guy will screw up and end up dead in a ditch or in jail.
True.
Actually, my parents went through this same scenario over a period of about two years, fairly recently. (Fortunately, the guy was never rude to my mother, or I would have had to call in Dumbest Cluck to scare hell out of him by strutting around, puffing out his chest, and talking the talk.) Anyway, the problem corrected itself in time. That guy is now gone. But it didn't happen overnight.
Esthete is right.
Talk to your neighbours about it. There's strength in numbers.
In my hood, they call me the peacock...because peacocks are scary shit...i think.
talk to his parents when they come and visit, that or definately seek help from authorities
skippy the wonder dog Wrote:NegPhil Wrote:Sooner or later this guy will screw up and end up dead in a ditch or in jail.
True.
Actually, my parents went through this same scenario over a period of about two years, fairly recently. (Fortunately, the guy was never rude to my mother, or I would have had to call in Dumbest Cluck to scare hell out of him by strutting around, puffing out his chest, and talking the talk.) Anyway, the problem corrected itself in time. That guy is now gone. But it didn't happen overnight.
Esthete is right.
Talk to your neighbours about it. There's strength in numbers.
As an aside, I have to say that Skippy is more entertaining to read than Warren Kinsella :lol:
The Darkest Canuck Wrote:In my hood, they call me the peacock...because peacocks are scary shit...i think.
That's probably Weecock. Girls like to talk. :lol:
Goddamn bitches and hoes! :lol:
I think you need to post his name and address to every happy clapping religion in your area as a soul that really really needs to be saved.
By the second week of someone with a really wide smile knocking on his door asking if he has heard the word/gospel/news/good news/prophet/voice from the stars/voice from the author/voice of Bea Arthur, he will just want to move, or convert.
And if anyone is interested, I can get my hands of cheap bibles with a foreword by Rue McClanahan, although due to a printing error every 'Sin' has been replaced by 'banana' *
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* this is a total lie, and I may very well burn in hell/Miami