What did you do to shame the kids? They may not have cared this time, but they might be more considerate next time. That's how things work with my neighbors. Things still get obnoxious at times, but the seem to TRY to respect me. Calling the cops and landlord is the very last resort for me. Leave a letter in their mailbox, I've done that too.
I don't waste time. Why should I, at night, put up with other peoples crap. Especially if it interferes with sleep, disturbing the peace. I called the landlord specificly to inform him of what was going on. Not to get anything started with him but to let him know.
I think it really depends on the kids. Some will definitely be more cooperative than others. I just think of how I was and the kids that I hung out with..... calling the police was what worked on us.
Yeah, I think this is how I should start. I want to give the property owner some idea of how his tenants are behaving and see how he responds. There are a couple of neighbors who agree that this isn't how we want the neighborhood to be. I'm thinking I will ask them all to contact the landlord at the same time that I do, and hope that he makes a different and better choice. I don't mind calling the police. That could be effective as well, since the tenants would presumably have fines to pay, or face some sort of consequence after each visit from law enforcement. I don't even mind if they stay there, if they just pipe the fuck down and stop breaking things.
Well in my situation, I have to live next to these people. I would prefer dealing with the problem with them if possible, rather than going straight to the cops or landlord. We live in a side by side, so any complaints will get back to them when the landlord or cop says something, then revenge shit starts. It's just better to try and talk to them first if you can.
I wonder what kind of animal he would've used for the thread. The possibilities are endless.I was really excited to see a thread made by him, too.
I went out with a broom and a dust pan and swept up the broken beer bottle that they left in the middle of the street. Mostly because I ride a bicycle everywhere I go, and broken glass in the street makes me rather angry. I've introduced myself to these people, we share a back fence. I can live peacefully with them even at this point, but they need to catch a clue.
