Six weeks ago Robin Brackin moved and appeared to be very nice. We speak when in passing or both outside. Then one night I was awaked at 3:00 a.m. to yelling voices and loud music next door. I went next door, knocked, and asked them to turn down the music and lower the voices. It was 3:00 a.m. and I didn't appreciate being woken up. They were all drunk. There were 5 black men inside who soon drove off, all very drunk.
I write at my computer from 8:00 - whenever I finish at night. I've been working on a book. I write late into the night depending on whether the lupus has caused insomnia and keeps me up. My computer is upstairs in the front bedroom at the window. So I see the lights when a vehicle drives up. That's how I started to notice.
The second time they all came at once, the door slammed back and forth 10 times in five minutes. I had enough, went on the porch and waited for the next door slam and confronted the man who did it next.
They came out and I yelled, "Are you DONE NOW?!?!" They went to get Robin and I told them I wasn't talking to her, I was talking to them. I told them before I was sick of this noise and late at night. She came out and tried to make me calm down. After ten minutes, they left.
So she sat on my porch telling me she was a 30 yr alcoholic in recovery. Yet she drinks with them at least once a week. Breaks into tears inbetween. She invites them over because they are her friends and she is just lonely. She can't take the loneliness. I told her there were worse things than being lonely....and that's it, referring to those guys. I ended up being a fierce counselor telling her what it made her look like this late at night. All she said was "I know." The more we talked, she wanted me to go to her place and see where she lived. She didn't have much, was starting over. I asked where she lived before and she broke into tears. Never would tell me. Just said she was starting over. Said she was working her butt off as a waitress at IHOP just to pay the rent and a ton of past due bills. She was paying $100.00 a week on a past mistake. Wouldn't go into details. My alarm went off as a drunk driver or into drugs. But I couldn't help wonder how on earth she is paying a $450.00 rent, $100.00 a week bill, and past due bills, and utilities and food on a waitress salary on 32 hours a week. Too, she's home more than at work.
She came over here last Thursday and sat and talked to me for two hours in my home. She saw that I was open, friendly and accepting. Offered her an alternative friend, someone she could go to when she was lonely. An open door to her, someone who would accept her and how she felt and thought. Yet, she went back home, called her men, turned up the music and by the time I knocked on the door to tell them to turn it down, they were both drunk.
During the day a black guy comes by in a white SUV only for 2 minutes as if dropping off something or picking it up. Two to three times a week. Today, 7/31/07 it was a small teal car around 4:00 p.m. Then others do the same. At night those guys are over there. One night there were 5 of them........the night I went over the first time to tell them to knock it off at 3:00 a.m. Just looks like drug drop off or pick up. Today, 7/31/07, they came by being dropped off and one came by taxi, TAXI! No cars out front, just dropped off.
She's got a habit of smoking inside. So I told her these apartments are SMOKE FREE only. She had to smoke outside. I also told her when she smokes, it comes into my apartment through the air ducts. I don't understand it, but it does. I get super sick. Dr. has me on immunosupressants and my immune system is shot. I'm also highly allergic to smoke. My bedroom, bathroom and livingroom fill up with smoke. My food pantry, and the Christmas decorations and other things I store in there, are just ruined. Every food item in boxes and bags have to be thrown away. Underneath my bathroom sink smells like an ashtray. I have to throw it all out. Even my toothbrush in the medicine cabinet has to go. She just won't stop.
I told her when she moved in about the smoking. Explained why. I talked to her Thursday when she was in my place and explained why. Alan went over there and told her NO SMOKING INSIDE EVER. And she said she won't......promised. Saturday night, July 21st, her black men came over, my housed filled up with smoke. I went outside three times just to breathe. But this smoke didn't smell like cigarette smoke. It was different, toxic, chemical and make me more sick than ever. I had enough. I went over, knocked on the door. She wouldn't come to the door till I had knocked three times. They were right there at the door, too. She opened it only to stick her eyes and nose out.
I asked her this, "Are they smoking inside?" "Yes" "Stop it. Make them smoke outside. Will I have to tell them?" Can I come in and ask them please? " " NO NO NO!!!! I'll tell them!!" "I'm not going to ask you again about this, get it? I'm done."
I went home and emailed the Clarks again telling them what happened. Again, I like to have written evidence. Before she closed the door I heard a man ask someone for the crack. She slammed the door fast.
I'm just living in fear with this going on, but don't know whether to report or even how or to whom to report what's going on because I don't have concrete proof. If she sees a police car, those men of hers could break into my apartment and hurt me. I'm an easy target. Yet I know there's more going on over there....prostitution, drugs, etc. I don't want to jeopardize my safety. So what do I do?? I've tried telling the Clarks, but all Alan does is come by and talk to her. She's very nice and can talk like there's nothing going on. But I live next door to it, one wall away. I'm use to the selfish, nosey neighbors I usually get, but nothing like this. I've not slept a full night's sleep since all of this has been going on either out of fear or lupus flare started by the fear or fights.
Last week, July 24th, July 26th and July 28th, there were loud screaming fights coming from next door for hours. I was afraid to go downstairs. She was screaming and yelling at whomever was over there. On Wednesday July 26th, she threw some man out and screamed at him outside. Afterwards, she screamed and yelled inside for two more hours.
Robin never would tell me where she moved from. If someone could check into her background, I'm sure it would say so much. All I know is her name is Robin Brackin.
And 1007 Laurel Avenue should have a revolving door on it!
