Good morning!
Jun. 24th, 2011 08:19 amOnly a little more than three hours of sleep last night, because I decided to be dedicated to wordcount rather than health, and I have to be up early this morning to make certain the apartment is in good shape for its final batch of yearly inspections -- the city's coming around to make sure everything is up to code, now that the landlords have done the same thing. No big worries, but I want to at least do a circuit of the hallways and vacuum up any mess, if there is any.
More alarming is the fact that there was a drug bust in the building yesterday -- one of the newest tenants was apparently dealing pot, and for some reason thought it was safe to be less than subtle about it. I had already remarked that someone upstairs had a lot of poorly-dressed teenage visitors, but I hadn't quite twigged to the significance when some tenants came to us complaining of pot smell, and late-night smoke-ups in the parking lot (which I live on the wrong side of the building to see). Megan and I consulted the property owners, and were getting ready to take written witness accounts before going to the police... but someone beat us to the punch, and several units showed up with a drug dog, arrested the residents (and some guests they had, I believe), and carted off several very large containers (took four or five guys to carry them all out... though I guess some may have been full of forensics equipment?).
Yikes. I'm glad they were caught so soon after moving in, at any rate -- this is a good building, with good tenants, and especially with young kids living here there's definitely a crowd we don't want to be attracting. On a personal level, I have no objection to people smoking marijuana, though I don't myself, and I favor decriminilization... but that's not really relevant. Having a dealer in the building (and I have no idea if that was all they were dealing) is a whole different story, and I'm glad to have that sorted out.
In other news, thanks to the advice of sagacious commenters yesterday, Chapter Sixteen of The Hellion Prince is back on track. Hopefully next week I will have time to compile, type, and edit all of Fourteen and Fifteen. It's been hectic. But then, when isn't it?
More alarming is the fact that there was a drug bust in the building yesterday -- one of the newest tenants was apparently dealing pot, and for some reason thought it was safe to be less than subtle about it. I had already remarked that someone upstairs had a lot of poorly-dressed teenage visitors, but I hadn't quite twigged to the significance when some tenants came to us complaining of pot smell, and late-night smoke-ups in the parking lot (which I live on the wrong side of the building to see). Megan and I consulted the property owners, and were getting ready to take written witness accounts before going to the police... but someone beat us to the punch, and several units showed up with a drug dog, arrested the residents (and some guests they had, I believe), and carted off several very large containers (took four or five guys to carry them all out... though I guess some may have been full of forensics equipment?).
Yikes. I'm glad they were caught so soon after moving in, at any rate -- this is a good building, with good tenants, and especially with young kids living here there's definitely a crowd we don't want to be attracting. On a personal level, I have no objection to people smoking marijuana, though I don't myself, and I favor decriminilization... but that's not really relevant. Having a dealer in the building (and I have no idea if that was all they were dealing) is a whole different story, and I'm glad to have that sorted out.
In other news, thanks to the advice of sagacious commenters yesterday, Chapter Sixteen of The Hellion Prince is back on track. Hopefully next week I will have time to compile, type, and edit all of Fourteen and Fifteen. It's been hectic. But then, when isn't it?