Fuck! The planes are back in south flow so I’ll have to deal with the nonstop flights for the next couple of hours. Then again, no I won’t. I’ll blast some white noise through my wireless earbud and be glad I’m still mostly deaf in one ear.

Yesterday turned out to be a very interesting day. Maybe complaining does pay off in some cases. Wish I had spoken up two years ago! I mean other than in anonymous emails. But thanks to the freeloaders in Arizona who turned out to have the wrong kind of connections, the way they turned my life upside down in retaliation for complaining about their noise and vandalism really put a complex on me. I bitch and complain in my journal and to those I know but was hesitant to step forward. These people are white so fortunately, they can’t play the race card like the scum I had to deal with in Arizona. So I at least don’t have to worry that they’ll automatically be believed no matter what they say even though there are no guarantees in the end that they’ll be evicted from the park. The biggest thing is that the number of those complaining about them is escalating and that’s going to help, as I was told. There are still some afraid to come forward.

I called the office shortly after it opened and spoke to a woman named Christy. I gave her the scoop and any idiot with half a brain could tell by the tone of her voice that she was thrilled to hear from me and well aware of what I was talking about. I know the Twenties complained but she might as well have said, “Oh thank you so much for calling. Please, please come to the office and file a formal complaint! We would forever love you for it!”

So I walked down to the office. Christy was super nice and very empathetic. What I like in this case is that we have total anonymity. In Phoenix, even if we’d never talked to the welfare bums and asked them to tone it down to no avail before sending the city complaint in, they’d know it was us due to the layout of the area. Here, I not only have never spoken to Melody or her husband who Christy said was Gerry and not Al, but we’re not next to them either. So these people should have no idea who we are. Names are never given unless the police get involved. Then there’s a chance they could find out we were one of the complainers but I wouldn’t care in that case because if it ended up a legal matter, then it would be worth our identity being known.

She said they’ve been an ongoing problem and she brought up the time they were caught with the little girls there and how they solved that problem so I’m hoping the punk and the loud car will be solved as well. That I know of, the couple has a son and a daughter and the daughter is the one with 2-3 kids. Christy said people complained about the girls riding their bikes in the middle of the street.

Oh, I remember that and all their screaming. But that was nothing compared to their muscle car that’s worse than motorcycles.

She remembered the trailer that always used to be there but didn’t know about the dog they let come and go through a doggy door and was glad to hear about that because that’s not allowed, as she said. That too, was nothing compared to the car since it didn’t tear up our yard or bark outside our windows, but she asked me to add that to the complaint form so I did.

She felt really bad for me when I told her exactly where we were. “So you can’t miss it,” she said. Nope. It wraps all around the house. At least 3 sides of it, anyway.

The reason they put the house on the market had to do with previous complaints. She said something about how they used their daughter as the agent and they were doing it as a means of hoping things would blow over. I guess they thought the park would drop it if they thought they were moving. I don’t know the whole story on that but that’s not what’s important to me. Let them play all the fake moving games they want. I just want that car to stay out or for them to get the hell out.

She said that people were afraid to come forward and I admitted that I was for a while but as someone said on PB, we can’t get positive change for the better if we don’t speak up. I don’t know if this will do any good in the end but now I can’t say I didn’t try.

I walked to and from the office. When I got back my heart was racing as if I’d run a marathon. Realizing I had questions about the form, I decided to take the bike back down to the office and fill it out there with Christy since it could get me there faster since I can’t run 15-20 MPH. When I got back, my heart was really pounding and I really hope it was just a hormonal thing. This didn’t seem normal at all, though, I have no symptoms that anything’s amiss with my heart and all the doctors that have listened to it haven’t heard anything funny, so I guess it’s nothing serious. Maybe I’m just in worse shape than I thought, though I rode further barely a week ago and was fine. So yeah, probably just those crazy hormones. Maybe I’ll ride down to the lake later to give the ducks the rest of the old rat bread and see how I do. I definitely can’t blame 75s, since I’m on 50s, or flaring. Could be low thyroid but doubt it since I didn’t have this before I was diagnosed and probably hypo for 5-10 years.

Anyway, I don’t know why, but these complaint forms require you to list someone as a witness, so I listed the Twenties as they said I could a while back when suggesting I go down to the office and file a complaint. Christy gave me a copy of my complaint and a form to give to a neighbor if I wanted to. At first, I hesitated to go to Bob and Virginia as I wasn’t sure they would be up for the idea and didn’t want to make anyone feel they had to do something they might not want to do.

Then I heard Bob in his carport and decided the worst thing he could say was that he wasn’t interested. However, I was surprised with how understanding and just as annoyed he and Virginia have been and he brought up the kids living there for a while, too. He gladly took the form and I told him he could put me down as a witness.

Anyway, she’s going to run it by Joy and then I guess they’ll contact the district manager. No idea how this is going to play out but it will be interesting to see. I would think that after one has a certain number of complaints they would be booted. I mean why come to an adult community to live a mainstream life? Mobile homes are cheaper but there are plenty of all-ages parks.

It was funny when I mentioned keeping a journal for so long because she was like, “We’d love copies of it!”

I said it was full of swears.

“That’s okay. We don’t care.”

LOL, I declined because it’s mixed in with other things that have nothing to do with the situation and it would take me too long to isolate things pertaining to it. But I did tell her that from now on I’d be happy to jot down the times I hear the bastard.

She asked if he was living there and I said that he doesn’t seem to sleep there every night lately but sometimes he does. Every now and then I don’t hear him at all for a week or two. I didn’t want to lie and say I was sure he slept here every night. If there’s one thing I hate it’s those that lie and add in bullshit when they have a problem with someone. I prefer to “fight fair.” But the prick does come around plenty often enough and does sometimes live here. She asked if there was a pattern to his comings and goings, but no there isn’t. Just when there seems to be one, he veers off of it.

Now here’s where it gets really interesting. I Googled their address and finally found out their last name and then found them on Facebook. This part I’ll probably keep from Tom, unless they end up getting the messages and come to our door asking about them when he’s around because I don’t want him getting paranoid. I’ll eventually let him in on this because technically I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t swear, I didn’t threaten anyone, so I honestly don’t see how it could come back to harm me in any way should they ever find out it was me but unless they too, have the wrong connections, I don’t see how that would be possible. To help ensure this, this is part of why I’m telling absolutely no one but my journal. I’m not even going to share this part with Aly and Tammy.

I sent them a message from Nicole’s account without naming any names and gave them a piece of my mind about their rudeness and their lack of consideration and respect for those around them. The punk with the car is Joe G. I knew he was really thin and wiry but I’ve never actually seen his face so first I didn’t know how I would recognize him if I found him through his parents’ friend list. But then it hit me to look for the car. That car is his life, his obsession, his everything. I knew that he would be showing it off in multiple pics and he was.

Definitely got to stay away from the punk because I would definitely get arrested if he were to come at me or make any threats to me. Kid can’t be more than 120 soaking wet. I’ve got about 30 pounds on him and a vicious temper when provoked long and hard enough. Furthermore, the kid’s skin and bone. I’m skin, bone, fat and muscle. So I don’t see how I could lose it on him and not hurt him.

He blazed in at 6:30 yesterday morning and left an hour later. Probably too lazy to make his own breakfast. It’s coming up on 6:30 so I’m listening for him. He’s so loud he’ll easily come over the earbud blocking out the plains.

So Daddy apparently worked at a florist but I’m not really sure about Mommy and I didn’t really check much of her page. I did see that the parents and the Twenties have a mutual friend, Gayle W.

I focused on the main problem, the little shitbag kid. Shitbag is pro-Trump and he actually was in a relationship. Got divorced at the end of 2015 and served in the Army for a while. He has no current job listed and just as I figured, he’s jobless, loveless and childless. Spent some time in Hawaii too. Been hoping he’d at least meet someone if he doesn’t get a job but after going through a divorce and being in what’s got to be his early twenties which is very young these days for anything serious, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was single for quite some time to come.

I blocked messages after sending the messages and then did a test to see if they could still see them and I think they can.

What I love is how the parents allow anyone to comment on their posts. Can’t wait to do that from my real account after we leave…unless they get kicked out first. Don’t know how long it takes for them to hear about it after receiving a complaint. They may not yet know someone complained yesterday.