We live on a quiet cul de sac in a quiet neighborhood. Several months ago, a house on the street behind us went section 8 and some real ghetto type folks moved in. One of them liked to ride his 4 wheeler up and down our street on occasion, and I'd already made a note of him, where he lived, and his patterns. For one thing, he apparently doesn't have a job (neither do I, but I'm retired and he's a healthy young man) as he rides that stupid 4 wheeler around all day long.
So I hear the 4 wheeler coming down the road and I stealthily peek out behind my blinds and see him stop in the middle of the cul de sac and make a phone call. Then he just sat there. It was odd, so I continued watching. Less than a minute later, a shiny new VW sedan with two white kids (the guy on the 4 wheeler is black) drive up next to him. I clearly saw the kids hand him money and he handed back a dark colored bag. I was watching from an upstairs window that has a perfect view of the whole cul de sac so I could everything really well.
Not 20 minutes later, he does the same thing. This time I head out the door just as a middle aged white woman (extremely skinny, looks like a long history of drug and/or alcohol related problems with bad teeth, etc) in a ratty car pulls up. I circle around them so I'm coming up from behind them and also so they don't know which house I came out of. As I'm walking up, I see her pass him money, and I'm amazed that they haven't seen me yet. I finally get right up to them, he finally sees me and looks surprised. I say "Hey guys, you live around here?" He says "Yeah, I live over that way" and points to the right. The woman doesn't say anything. He's lying as I know good and well where he lives as I know everything that goes on in my neighborhood.
So I say, "I'm going to give both of you one warning, and one warning only. This is my street and nobody deals drugs on my street." The guy says "We're not dealing drugs." And I say, "You're lying, just like you're lying about where you live." And I tell him where he actually lives. At this point, he's freaking out. I know where he lives, I know what he's doing, and it's not adding up in his feeble little brain. I came out of seemingly nowhere, and I know all this stuff? I tell him if he wants to deal drugs do it in front of his own house and not mine.
The woman is staying out of it, never says a word. I repeat my warning and add, "If I see either one of you on this street again, it will be very bad. Your best bet is if I call the cops, and I rarely rely on the cops to do anything."
The guy starts apologizing and telling me he didn't know it was my street and meant no disrespect, etc. I tell them to go, and they take off. He actually looked scared. Keep in mind that I'm a pretty big guy, almost twice what this guy was, and look a lot younger than my actual age. So it's not like Grandpa just walked up on them with his cane.
Now, I don't care if you want to smoke a little weed now and then, but the stuff is still illegal here. We have families and kids in this neighborhood and I don't want illegal stuff going down with all of the negative fallout that occurs. Not to mention that that 4 wheeler going up and down the road all the time was pretty annoying.
At any rate, I haven't seem him at all since.
What do you think? How would you have handled it?
Az
So I hear the 4 wheeler coming down the road and I stealthily peek out behind my blinds and see him stop in the middle of the cul de sac and make a phone call. Then he just sat there. It was odd, so I continued watching. Less than a minute later, a shiny new VW sedan with two white kids (the guy on the 4 wheeler is black) drive up next to him. I clearly saw the kids hand him money and he handed back a dark colored bag. I was watching from an upstairs window that has a perfect view of the whole cul de sac so I could everything really well.
Not 20 minutes later, he does the same thing. This time I head out the door just as a middle aged white woman (extremely skinny, looks like a long history of drug and/or alcohol related problems with bad teeth, etc) in a ratty car pulls up. I circle around them so I'm coming up from behind them and also so they don't know which house I came out of. As I'm walking up, I see her pass him money, and I'm amazed that they haven't seen me yet. I finally get right up to them, he finally sees me and looks surprised. I say "Hey guys, you live around here?" He says "Yeah, I live over that way" and points to the right. The woman doesn't say anything. He's lying as I know good and well where he lives as I know everything that goes on in my neighborhood.
So I say, "I'm going to give both of you one warning, and one warning only. This is my street and nobody deals drugs on my street." The guy says "We're not dealing drugs." And I say, "You're lying, just like you're lying about where you live." And I tell him where he actually lives. At this point, he's freaking out. I know where he lives, I know what he's doing, and it's not adding up in his feeble little brain. I came out of seemingly nowhere, and I know all this stuff? I tell him if he wants to deal drugs do it in front of his own house and not mine.
The woman is staying out of it, never says a word. I repeat my warning and add, "If I see either one of you on this street again, it will be very bad. Your best bet is if I call the cops, and I rarely rely on the cops to do anything."
The guy starts apologizing and telling me he didn't know it was my street and meant no disrespect, etc. I tell them to go, and they take off. He actually looked scared. Keep in mind that I'm a pretty big guy, almost twice what this guy was, and look a lot younger than my actual age. So it's not like Grandpa just walked up on them with his cane.
Now, I don't care if you want to smoke a little weed now and then, but the stuff is still illegal here. We have families and kids in this neighborhood and I don't want illegal stuff going down with all of the negative fallout that occurs. Not to mention that that 4 wheeler going up and down the road all the time was pretty annoying.
At any rate, I haven't seem him at all since.
What do you think? How would you have handled it?
Az