New neighbor moved in directly across the street recently. Really nice house, obviously sells dope out of it and pours the money made into his home. Kind of annoying all the cars coming in and out al day but otherwise all good, him and I are friendly, none of my fucking business.

Problem is the other neighbors don’t feel that way. I get it, this is a nice neighborhood and they don’t want this guy douching it up. There’s a lot of kids around here and otherwise friendly folks.

So it started with a truck parked on the road. This street has no street parking. Truck was there for weeks. Again, didn’t bother me, but the neighbors started a group chat and they decided to call the cops. Truck was eventually moved. Yay. I was slightly concerned the dope dealer assumed I called the cops on him, but I’m no longer worried about that because I learned from the group chat that this dude has police connections. So he probably knows exactly who he’s beefing with.

The other day though one of his boys came through in a motorcycle and was doing donuts on our road. One of the other neighbors went out to confront him and almost got his shit rocked.

We later find out they are all connected. Cops, dope dealer, motorcycle folks. Motorcycle folks are rich and basically run the town. Yes there are multiple. I’m writing this because another one came through today and did some more donuts in front of my house. I don’t think it was for me specifically because he was staring at my dope dealing neighbor mowing his lawn while doing it, then went up to him and fist bumped him before riding down the road and onto my other neighbors lawn, before dropping back into the street for more donuts. He was probably here to start some shit with that dude but I don’t think he was home.

So…shit is getting heated.

For now I’m just kind of sitting back and watching and was content with that but I don’t like the donuts in front of my house. I have a newborn baby here. I don’t like feeling like I have to keep my head down and my mouth shut when it’s getting this close to home, literally.

Kind of feels like I’m being a bitch, however a long time ago I had a beef with a neighbor that got really ugly and I realized the dread of living next to someone who fucking hates your guts. Pulling into your driveway every day after work and wondering if today is the day you’re going to end up fighting this guy or his boys is not a way to live. I’d end up shooting someone or getting shot myself.

Idk what do you guys think.