So our neighbors have been a growing problem for a few months now. They seem to be a flop house for six or seven people, most of them look high all day. They go out and Rev a Harley at 3am, they burn plastic been our houses in a fire pit, they have a new dog every two weeks because they keep getting out and getting hit by traffic in the busy street we live on, the current two have bit people. I’m not one to care how someone lives, but these folks make the rest of our slum neighborhood look downright utopian.
I’ve tried taking to them, they’re stupidly hostile. I’ve put in complaints with the city, noise complaints with the police, they don’t do anything about it. Does anyone have advice on dealing with this? I’m tired, at my wits end, and my small town tactics aren’t as easy to pull off in a proper city.
Yeah… so I had a trap house move into the abandoned house next to mine.
Lots people spouting off with this and that and the other but won’t give you advice that works. And advice that works? Banana bread.
Dead ass. Make them banana bread. Monthly if not weekly. Make them notice when it’s not there.
We did this with the gang / crews that would rotate through next door. Was a rolling assemblage of cardroom, drug spot, ladies, just depended on the crew.
But I’ll have you know, they do not fuck with the house that makes them banana bread. We ask them to not having people smoking and talking around outside? Next day, signs up on the porch “No smoking or hanging around”, same with music, you name it. Obviously there are limits, but it took what could have been a terrible situation and made it bearable.
For this to work you have to change you attitude. Eventually they got busted by the feds, but once we had made “neighbors” with them, the rest was easy. They even started moving the trap house lawn. Respect earns respect. Change your attitude and you might be able to change the situation.
And then they all clapped, the gang, the neighbors and even the banana bread joined in
The banana bread’s name ? Albert Einstein .
Albert’s gang affiliation? The next door neighbors!
This is actually the tactic I used on the rest of the neighborhood. The small town charm and my double chocolate brownies cooked in a waffle maker (I call them Wownies) has me on good terms with everyone from the dealer down the street to the homeless under the bridge. Unfortunately these folk don’t bite when I offer and bite too much then I don’t. After the first few tries they just started trying to hang out in my yard and started peaking too close at me workshop.