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Crack Head Drama

jglass

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I am having car trouble so Jon and I were out in the parking lot tinkering with the car. I hear a man screaming like a lunatic and beating on something.
Some fool had pulled his car into on coming traffic to block in another car that had a man behind the wheel and a female in the passenger seat.
This jerk was threatening to break out the womans window if she didnt unlock the door and get out of the car.
I told Jon that was going to get violent and fast so we lock the car and race upstairs and I call 911. WELL of course by the time our police get there the cars had just left. The car the woman was in was able to get around the nut job by driving up onto a curb. The man who was threatening her jumped in his car and took off after them. The cops passed the mans car and made a big uturn and went after him. When the cop made the uturn he just about clipped the front of another car he swerved over in front of who had nothing to do with it.

Jon and I went out ten minutes later and the cop had the man pulled just down the road.
I'm sure that was all drug related drama. The road they were on goes down to a apartment complex that is known for drugs and druggies.
 
Dang, janie!

Reminds me of a building I lived in many years ago.

Also reminds me of managing the OSI Fisherman's Bunkhouse in Dutch Harbor, Alaska. We got fishermen from all over the world- now I don't know WHAT happened to sea-faring fishermen since Jesus's day, but today's fishermen are about 80% whacko crack-head drunks w/ severe issues. When I housed them in my bunkhouse there were booze parties, drunken brawls and illegal activitis of all kind going on nightly Hell- I had police dispatch on SPEED-DIAL! :)
 
That guy had to be high on something to have blocked traffic like that and screaming. He had to have known someone was gonna call the cops. My parents were alcoholics who loved to fight when they got good and drunk. I was telling Jon that whole scene flashed me back to being a little kid.

They even had wsaz news in town yesterday because people were protesting at the courthouse with signs out front of the building about the drug problem in this town. It has only gotten bad here about the past five years. That one building where tons of them live is across the street from us is about a quarter a mile back from the main road. We are right up by the main road and our landlord has offices downstairs so he has a heavy duty security alarm installed with cameras on the parking lot. Thankfully here there are only 6 apartments and one of which is occupied by a cop.
 
One upon a time (but it is true)

We, had in the past a dreadful drug problem where we lived. They were using the field opposite our house for dropping and picking up drugs. Cars were pulling up at all hours, someone would go into the field and a very short time later would leave and then another can would pull up and someone would go into the field and come out with a package the size of a video box.

We had telephoned the police about his behaviour several times, but they just poo pooed it and literally took no notice.

As the months went by and the area gradually became more rough and troublesome, our car was smashed up, one of the cats were killed, we were stalked by a chap with an air rifle. We were getting nervous and anxious in the nights. It was not a pleasant time.

One morning we were over the field with the dogs, letting them have a run before the field filled with other dogs, (we were a lot younger then and had two dogs, one terrier and one German Shepherd, sadly both passed on). It was then that my husband noticed that all the posts in the field were marked on the inside with a letter/number. So it was solved that's how the suppliers were hiding the drugs and how the ones buying the drugs were finding them so easily in such a large field and in total darkness.

Call me mad, I decided to take the law into my own hands. In the early hours of the following morning while it was still dark, I dressed up in dark clothes, took a pot of white paint and a brush and went in that field and painted all the posts white on the inside, covering the letters/numbers so these suppliers did not know where to put the drugs so they could be found.

The next week or so was very funny, you'd see a car pull up, someone go into the field, come out, get on the mobile, another car would pull up, they would be arguing, they would drive away, and another car would come. There was much scratching of heads by these crooks but it did stop the drug problem. Sadly, by this time the area had been dragged down to rock bottom and had been labeled by drunken kids as a place where the police did not patrol and it was hell for a number of years.

It was not until there were a series of major incidents did the police step up to the plate. But that is another story.
 
Kudos to you!
I can just picture the head scratching they were doing lol.

Drugs werent bad here at all when I was a kid but that has sure changed.
Jon and I didnt know things were this bad cause we just dont get out much.
 
Yep, drugs are everywhere. At one time, even small towns were safe and immune. But today even small towns are as bad or worse than big ghettos! SUCH a shame...
 
I'm about 22 miles from a major port, and about the same from all the south coast line of Wales.

You can imagine how many inlets there are which cannot be patroled by the Coast Guard, Her Majesties Customs, The Royal Navy even The Royal National Lifeboat Institute cannot police the coast effectively.

Mind you the many take that GHB. Apparently it can be made from stuff bought from the cleaning goods shelf in the supermarket. It drives people crackers or so I'm told and apparently it can be made for pence.

I watched a television programme about it, a young girl while under the influence of this GHB pulled all her own teeth out with a house hold pliers. :eek: There was also a town not far from me where there was a high suicide count amongst 15 and 16 year olds. Initally it was thought to be some sort of black magic cult but it turned out to be a home made drug that was the cause. There was something like 18 suicides in a month.:eek:
 
RE: "I'm about 22 miles from a major port, and about the same from all the south coast line of Wales."

Part of what contributed to the severe drug problem at the fisherman's bunkhouse I managed in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, Keziah, was also the fact that it was an International Port locale. TONS of people- not to mention vessels- coming and going all the time. So, I can identify with the locale you describe...

Here in Illinois farm country these days drugs are also more and more prevelant because so many of them are "cooked" in rural areas now, in hidden locations, using rural ingredients easily obtained from farms and such, like propane gas from the tanks most farmers have in their barn-yards.
 
It seems we cannot win, never mind where we live. We have a few small corner shops owned by muslims, not very far from where we live and they don't appear to adhere to the laws about the legal age for the sale of alcohol.

They have been prosecuted but still the council issues them their off licence permits to sell alcohol and tobacco.

The police are aware and are keeping an eye open but if the council still issues permits then they feel as if they are beating their head against a brick wall.

There are three houses that I know of that are almost openly selling drugs, the police know but are unable to pin anything on the residents. On giro day they have queues out side waiting to buy drugs. They may as well get a big neon sign saying "GET YOUR ILLEGAL DRUGS HERE".
 
Wow, Keziah- I thought Muslims were supposed to be pretty strict in regards to alcohol. That's a shame. Giving boose to young folks is SUCH a mistake on SO MANY levels- no matter what group or religion one belngs to.
 
If we had the 'beam me up Scottie thing as in Star Trek' , I could show you how recklessly these shop keepers are in selling booze to children, I think you would be horrified.

I thought muslims were not supposed to have anything or make profit out of gambling but it seems they are quite eager to sell lottery tickets and have the machines in their shops.

It appears that when there's money involved religious ethics go out the window.:(
 
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