The family across the street from Niko and me suddenly moved out. I’m talking a U-Haul and multiple stuffings of their car. Meaning, it didn’t look like it was planned very far in advance. Couldn’t have been an eviction, those take months.
When I went to discuss it with Niko this morning, he pointed out the true owner working on the yard. Once again, I naively thought the residents owned the house. No, the guy with the weed eater has been for many years and he has decided to sell because these people were the last straw. Nevermind they were his daughter, son-in-law and grandkids.
OUCH!
Then again, he promptly explained how they left him no choice. They were dealing drugs. Shows you how blind, dumb or whatever I am with the junkie-dealer culture. I failed to make the correlation regarding all the different cars parking there. My neighbor Cristina said they played music too loud at night, a common tactic to drown out what’s really happening and I’m guessing surveillance. Not sure how I never noticed the tunes.
Sadly, I have to say good riddance. I had a couple interactions with them over the two years. I didn’t hate or dislike them, they just gave off an unlikable vibe which I tried to suppress, being filled with Middle Class, college-educated, White Midwesterner snobbery. You know, one of the elite groups the MAGAts attack since I prefer to read books and consult actual experts.
The owner is now in the process of cleaning it up. Having been down this aftermath a couple times by proxy, I don’t envy the guy. No matter how much work he’s going to put into rehabilitating the house, the vultures (hedge fund shitbats, realtors who flip property) will try to lowball him, Californicators will offer cash on the barrel with their bloated equity (and probably pay at least $100K too much) and the piece de resistance, despite him breaking even, Travis County’s Brunch Democrats will dick me over on my property taxes to featherbed more Elon Musk douchebags.
The poor owner experienced an old Maggi Family Maxim we should have on our family crest or coat of arms, “No one fucks you over harder than family!” Just in Latin.