As I type this post, my apartment complex currently has been filled with drunk teens, college students, and a police officer who even has a marked car parked in front of the building. I have extremely loud music being blasted that is vibrating the inside of my apartment, and I have drunk teens fading in and out of consciousness on my front stairs while other young teen girls are talking about going and hitting up the beer bong again.

Welcome to Hell; or at the very least Gainesville, Florida. Saturday, the Gators lost a heart breaker and the night is being spent to drown sorrows, find easy, young, heavily intoxicated girls to “release some stress” with, and so on.

I understand why this is currently happening, and I have been part of those parties in the past. Not in Gainesville, but in my home town when I was younger and I didn’t have children. Now, these parties appear to me differently; a problem. They are keeping my kids awake. They are keeping my wife awake. They are keeping me awake. And the worst part is that it shows exactly how 100% useless Gainesville Police Department is.

The cop who happens to live in my apartment building is an amazing cop… Whenever he wants to be. Swapping Corvettes and actually having the balls to ask for a garage to be built at the apartment complexes expense so his precious Corvettes won’t be out in the rain. But let’s not forget a credit card fraud scheme he uncovered by being called in on a person using a stolen credit card at the local Walmart. Wow, amazing. He just happened to be the officer to arrive at the scene, make the arrest, the wuss caved and shared the info’ with him. Next thing you know, he is a hero.

Further more, workers for the complex who handle leases among other things in the front office live well within range of seeing the cars coming in, hearing the loud music, and of course the cars peeling out while girls are screaming and stumbling all over themselves. I am just waiting for one of these cars to come smashing into one of the buildings out here, another car or worse — a person. At this rate, it seems highly likely. Hell, I’ve already heard one fight break out.

This is just another night in hell. Our entire time living in this town we’ve had nothing but bad neighbors with the exception of one pair of neighbors. She was a sweetheart. She went to Church every Sunday, and her daughter worked through highschool to earn her own money to put herself in college. They were wonderful people. Very kind and generous.

The rest? Countless drunks. A child molester. A man convicted of vehicular homicide, drug dealing, and was the local pimp. A group of illegals. Violent neighbors who attacked us, and attempted multiple other attacks. Abusive parents. Brainless morons who light candles and leave cats in said apartment so they can burn it down. The list goes on and on…

I just wish that for once that this town would actually prove to be nice to live in. Instead, the residents — both locals and students — seem almost entirely made up of worthless human beings with far too few decent people around.

With that being said, I head off to bed to smother myself with a pillow until I pass out since there, like every other time in this town, will be no end to this partying — courtesy of our courtesy officer. I just hope these assholes keep his ass up as well.

Cops don’t do shit for anyone!

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