That lady.

While walking to the elevator with the dogs, a little boy from one of the apartments down the hall was talking to his little friend and he says. "That lady...she called the police on us because we rung her doorbell. Then Mr. (I didn't catch this part) came up and yelled at us." Now, what this young scamp is talking about is when they were amusing themselves by taunting my dogs by ringing my doorbell and running away. I did call the Super, which must have been Mr. So and So, but the police were there all on their own. I can only imagine it's your everyday domestic violence call at the Crackhouse.


Then, on my way downstairs I noticed there were some men (I don't think they actually LIVE here) playing dice, like with money. Ruben called it "craps" but I think that's a smidge too classy. I do think I saw something like it in Boyz in the Hood.

The dealer diceman yelled at me when I wouldn't let him open the door for me on the way back in. "What shorty, you don wan me to open the daw for you." I already had my keys in the door. I guess you never know when you're going to rile the natives.