Really?

Do I really need to live under a convicted drug felon and wigga ("w" as in wannabe), who:

1) is only here because his mother's nice enough to put him up?

2) got himself fired from his part-time job?

3) will only do certain types of labor in certain types of weather (leaving him with oodles of time to blare his tv and/or dope-a** hip-hop CDs, right near the open living room window, causing the sound to travel as far as it can go while his mommy's at work)?

4) seems offended - with little formal education, appropriate on-the-job training, or effective communication skills - by being advised to apply for truck driving jobs instead of $40-50k office jobs (No offense, truck drivers, I know there are a whole bunch of you who are beyond book- and street-smart and drive because you love being on the road instead of being stuck in a cubicle.)?

5) and who then takes his frustration out on employed Latinos (via loud phone calls to his friends on his porch using a volume that can clearly be heard without even opening a window, which is how I learned about the other info I just listed). Employed Latinos who will take whatever type of job in whatever type of weather?

And to think that this "man" descends from a non-European immigrant community that no one around here's very fond of because this particular non-European immigrant community is being accused of taking jobs in the US (better jobs than the Latinos are "taking"), and because a considerable amount of US labor (again, good-money-making labor) is being outsourced to their (i.e., his people's) country. Wow.

What an unfortunate person. May he find the courage to crack open a book so he can educate himself on a few things (like "divide and conquer" strategies, among other things) and stop embarrassing himself.

And big ups to the greedy puppets in our apartment community's leasing office who were obviously more concerned with making a sale than anything else (like the welfare of the residents -including children - who already live here). Because, come on, we all know the route ex-convicts take when they can't get/keep (or are too emotionally/spiritually broken to keep looking for) work. Too bad our bathtubs are plastic (I didn't think shielding myself from stray bullets would be necessary in a suburb with strong schools.). This'll be an interesting 12 month lease to live through.

p.s. I highly doubt this is the only (ex-)criminal here, but he certainly is the loudest...and we all know what happens to innocent bystanders within bullet-spray range of loud-mouth (ex-)criminals.