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.

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.