Sena's DW :: Watermelon Life

So, the one decent neighbour from downstairs, M? He's crashing here tonight.

Around 2am, I was watching a movie and tinkering around and there was a quiet knock on the door. I thought it was either K or R coming to bitch at me to be quiet, so I didn't answer right away; there was a second knock, and this time I answered. It was M, which was surprising at that time of the night, and all he wanted was for me to nuke a piece of pizza for him.

Basically, the situation is thusly; the downstairs apartment has become a fucking crack house. K and R are doing every kind of drug you can name, and the place is always full of dealers and junkies and M finally had to get out of there, so he left. The thing is, he has nowhere else to go.

I knew he hadn't been around, but I hadn't thought much of it. Turns out he's not living there anymore, he's living on the street. In the late fall/early winter. In Canada. It's so bad down there he would rather sleep out in the cold than in the apartment. =__=;;

Anyway, he had been sitting across the street for a while, and had seen my lights were still on. Then he noticed me actually moving around in the window, and decided to come over. All he asked was for me to heat up his food for him, but while I was microwaving it he very tentatively asked if he could stay while he ate.

This was a red flag, as normally M would never ask something like that. He would feel he was intruding, and think that asking to stay was rude. So I said of course, and then folded the bed back into the couch and everything. I offered him a coffee, and sat to chat with him while he ate... which was when I found out about his whole situation.

The man is elderly and has to sleep on benches and stuff because of K and R's fucktarded bullshit. >/

I asked where he was planning to stay tonight and he just kind of shrugged, so I offered to let him crash in the back room. I said as long as he didn't mind sleeping on the floor, it was fine with me, and of course he said the floor was no problem. Anything's better than freezing concrete, right?

But then he fell asleep on the couch with like four of my cats snuggling him, soooo... I just left him and I'm sleeping in the back room instead lol.

I'm not sure what to do here. M is a great person, pretty much like family to me, and it makes me really, really sad to see him so down on his luck. But I don't have the space for even a semi-permanent house guest...

In any case, K and R are going to be gone soon. Why? Because I'm putting calls in to both the landlord and the police later this week. Between the two, one of them is bound to kick their asses out. Hopefully they'll be arrested for all the drug and B&E shit too.

UGH. For like the last two weeks there's been this guy calling almost every day, and he calls and asks for me, and then when I reply "speaking" (which is how I always respond if I pick up the phone and someone asks for me), he goes "you're not [Sena]." And when I go "um, yes I am" he goes "well you don't sound like her."

The conversation is basically that every single time, and it's not a voice I recognize. He even left a voicemail the other day saying "Hey [Sena], call me." A VOICEMAIL, I MIGHT ADD, WHICH HE HAD TO LISTEN TO THE MESSAGE I RECORDED FOR. IN MY VOICE. SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE DIFFERENCE IS BETWEEN MY VOICE IN THE VOICEMAIL MESSAGE AND MY VOICE WHEN I ANSWER THE PHONE.

ASDGH THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. >__@;;