Before I start this story a little background info is needed. I am a 19 year old college student living in Austin, TX. I have grown up in a upper class neibhorhood my entire life. I reacently moved out of the neibhorhood and into the ghetto of Austin, TX (East Oltorf). I have been at my complex for probably 6-7 monts now and up until now nothing super crazy like this has happened.
The other day, I come home start walking up to the second floor where my place is, I notice that my downstairs neibhoors (directly under me) are apparently adding a person to their lease, because they are moving in. I don't really think much of it, nothing wrong yet.
Before the move in of said guy, there was a black couple living there, probably mid 20's-late 30's with a child. I never really talked, or had any interaction with them at all. I had walked past the black guy before and he was smoking a joint on the stairs, and they somtimes drank outside their place. This would obvously already bother some, but I don't really care all that much, whatever this guy wants to do on his own time is up to him.
Back to the new guy. The same night the roomate moved in the music started, constant loud bass from some sort of god awful rap until 3am that morning. I let this slide, thinking its just somone "breaking in" their new place. It was not somone just breaking in their place, it has continued non-stop since then. It has shaken my flag, and a wall sign off my wall. It also happend to be the stars and bars wich they knocked off.
Next morning, I am outside enjoying my morning cig. and I see some of the new guys assumed "friends". Keep in mind these guys are hardcore thuggin ghetto people (Fro complete with comb). While sitting there as quite as I would be in a deer blind witness a buy/sale of 3 rocks of crack cocaine from the guy who just moved in while I was just sitting 5-6 feet away. It was obviously crack, there is no question in my mind.
I am sorta freaking out now. Pot and beer are one thing, crack is a whole nother.
This has been going on for days now, quick visits to the appt of some scary looking people. Usually somone just runs in the appartment while somone else sits in the car.
I am a little too scared to try to talk with these people face to face. To start off with, the 2 males of the appartment are roughtly 6'3" in the area of 350-400lbs and some mean looking dudes, and you also have to account for all the friends always over at the place, and weapons they might have. I am 6'5" 280lbs and pretty big/strong myself, and they have me shaking in my boots.
I have talked with a few friends and the general consincus is to not do a damn thing. These guys are freaking crazy! I fear that if I talk with the appartment manager, or call the cops, they will find out it was me and I might either have to fight one of these guys or kill them.
I have resorted to loading my Win 1200 with 5+1 04 Buckshot and carrying in every room I am in just incase something crazy ever happens. I am also brining my Mini-14 from the parrents place over aswell.
My question to all THR'ers is what would you do in this situation? Keep in mind a conversation with these people is probably out of the question. I can hardly understand them when they are just talking normal, let alone drunk and angry (Wich they seem to be all the time). It is also hard to tell when sombody is home or not, because they all share the same 86' fleetwood caddy and the music is always on, and somebody is always going in or out.
Help! I don't want to have to kill somebody comming to my place confusing me for the crack dealer, and I don't want to have to kill any crack dealers. Anytime soon at least.
The other day, I come home start walking up to the second floor where my place is, I notice that my downstairs neibhoors (directly under me) are apparently adding a person to their lease, because they are moving in. I don't really think much of it, nothing wrong yet.
Before the move in of said guy, there was a black couple living there, probably mid 20's-late 30's with a child. I never really talked, or had any interaction with them at all. I had walked past the black guy before and he was smoking a joint on the stairs, and they somtimes drank outside their place. This would obvously already bother some, but I don't really care all that much, whatever this guy wants to do on his own time is up to him.
Back to the new guy. The same night the roomate moved in the music started, constant loud bass from some sort of god awful rap until 3am that morning. I let this slide, thinking its just somone "breaking in" their new place. It was not somone just breaking in their place, it has continued non-stop since then. It has shaken my flag, and a wall sign off my wall. It also happend to be the stars and bars wich they knocked off.
Next morning, I am outside enjoying my morning cig. and I see some of the new guys assumed "friends". Keep in mind these guys are hardcore thuggin ghetto people (Fro complete with comb). While sitting there as quite as I would be in a deer blind witness a buy/sale of 3 rocks of crack cocaine from the guy who just moved in while I was just sitting 5-6 feet away. It was obviously crack, there is no question in my mind.
I am sorta freaking out now. Pot and beer are one thing, crack is a whole nother.
This has been going on for days now, quick visits to the appt of some scary looking people. Usually somone just runs in the appartment while somone else sits in the car.
I am a little too scared to try to talk with these people face to face. To start off with, the 2 males of the appartment are roughtly 6'3" in the area of 350-400lbs and some mean looking dudes, and you also have to account for all the friends always over at the place, and weapons they might have. I am 6'5" 280lbs and pretty big/strong myself, and they have me shaking in my boots.
I have talked with a few friends and the general consincus is to not do a damn thing. These guys are freaking crazy! I fear that if I talk with the appartment manager, or call the cops, they will find out it was me and I might either have to fight one of these guys or kill them.
I have resorted to loading my Win 1200 with 5+1 04 Buckshot and carrying in every room I am in just incase something crazy ever happens. I am also brining my Mini-14 from the parrents place over aswell.
My question to all THR'ers is what would you do in this situation? Keep in mind a conversation with these people is probably out of the question. I can hardly understand them when they are just talking normal, let alone drunk and angry (Wich they seem to be all the time). It is also hard to tell when sombody is home or not, because they all share the same 86' fleetwood caddy and the music is always on, and somebody is always going in or out.
Help! I don't want to have to kill somebody comming to my place confusing me for the crack dealer, and I don't want to have to kill any crack dealers. Anytime soon at least.