Cuff and Stuff

We-ell... Our drug dealer neighbor got arrested a couple of weeks ago. I was at work, but this is how it went down:

My mom was bringing something over to my house. I'm not sure what. She was driving away when she saw three cop cars driving toward our end of the street, lights off. She had a feeling this had to do with our neighbor, so she went around the block, parked in our driveway, and came right back in to our house to watch the action. She and Ben turned off the lights inside our house so they could discreetly watch through the windows.

According to Mom and Ben, they brought the drug dealer out in handcuffs. A cigarette was dangling from her lips. Then they put her in the back of the car and drove away.

I was soooo excited. I just... don't like the fact that people are buying drugs across the street from me, you know? She is nice enough - she actually yelled at some hooligans who were trying to stab our inflatable snowman before Christmas, scaring them off. But no amount of snowman defenses makes up for dealing drugs in my neighborhood. That's how I feel about it.

Apparently she made bail? Or was released without being charged? Because she was back home in like four days. Sigh. And the activity continues - cars coming, keeping their engines running, people going into the house without knocking or ringing the doorbell, coming out in like two seconds, and leaving. I see maybe 15 or so of the same cars, over and over. But some cars are totally new to me. When I can see the license plate numbers, I write them down, along with the date and the time. But the house is situated in such a way that it's difficult for me to see the license plates without actually going outside and writing them down. And I don't want to be that obvious. I have to watch my own safety, you know?

Every now and then, a cop will go to her house and talk to her about... who knows what. But at least we're seeing more of the cops lately. That makes me glad. It just never seems to coincide with a drug deal, unfortunately.

A couple of days after she came home, I was out shoveling, and she was coming out of her house and getting into her boyfriend's car. He came out of the house, shouting at her: "You aren't taking my car ANYWHERE." I chuckled into my scarf. I wouldn't trust her either. :)