Neighbor declared war!!

rolandson said:
I've given a lot of thought to bringing this up...
The quintessential neighbor from hell.

Lady bought the house next door sight unseen for a lot over asking.
Moved herself and current iteration of husband up from the bay area and a couple months later, her 30 year old son.
He lives there a few months and then momma bought him his own digs.

After five years of seemingly normal, even friendly neighborliness she decides to do a renovation and in the process excavates 8 feet into my yard...and 12 feet down (had two small excavators going at the same time)...taking out landscaping and 35 feet of concrete walkway and stairs...my concrete walkway and stairs.

at the same time that I am hospitalized for a serum allergy reaction to a chemo med (completely paralyzed/two heart attacks). I come home to find damage done. I tell her to stop, she doesn't, I tell her to replace, she refused.

I call police and make a theft complaint..$21,000...first degree felony theft. DA declines to prosecute (did I mention that she was a substantial contributor to his first election?)

In the mean time...30 year old son is making news. It turns out she had purchased the house in order to make good on a deal with the DA in Alameda County (bay area) ...

in exchange ... for who knows($?), plus¹... the DA agreed to let her kid plead guilty to voluntary manslaughter instead of going on trial for murder 2 as originally charged...

for killing a fellow who happened to be standing next to a guy who had insulted son at some earlier time...son sees his insultor, son opens fire from across a major street outside UC Berkeley's graduation ceremony. He wounded his antagonist, he killed the guy hext to him.

www.eastbaytimes.com

Victim of shooting near UC Berkeley testifies at hearing

Victim of shooting near UC Berkeley testifies at hearing
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¹The plus was that she gets her son out of California when he's let out after 8 years or so...hence the move up to Portland.

Anyway, about the time she is destroying part of my yard her son decide one dead guy ain't enough. He kills two in as many weeks over ... you guessed it...insults.

He was convicted of both about a year ago...

www.oregonlive.com

Portland rapper convicted of killing two men over perceived insults

Nathaniel Freeman was convicted of fatally shooting Nycole Griffin and Morgan “Max” Victor.
www.oregonlive.com www.oregonlive.com

and got two consecutive life without sentences as a christmas present last December.

www.oregonlive.com

Portland rapper ‘Nate Grapes’ gets two ‘true life’ sentences for back-to-back killings

Freeman took the lives of Ny’Cole Griffin and Morgan “Max” Victor in 2022.
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Meanwhile, momma got fired from her highly paid "director of facilities" job with our local mass transit authority, sold the house next door, gave son's house to her new ex-husband, and moved back to Oakland in search of her next victim love.

It seems that momma is politically connected and rather wealthy. Her name is Karen and she has a hair style befitting such a distinguished name.
I am glad that she is gone.

I have four months left before I am time barred from bringing a tort claim against her. Not sure what I'll do as I would have to fund the legal fees out of pocket while her defense would be covered by her insurance.

I was interviewed by "a federal authority" regarding the DA's decision not to pursue prosecuting her over the theft, and, her relationship with our local permitting authority, and their unwillingness to intervene when I contacted them at the time of the theft / trespass. I do not know what the criminal statute for the plethora of charges she could face might be on the federal level, but the state statute has run out.

You think you got nasty beighbors....
HAH!
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One time I had a guy bang on my garage door and he was so upset and said it was his birthday and he like to enjoy it without all my guitar noise.
He lived like 200yds away from us. I said ok.

About a week later he stopped by and said he wanted to apologize, he was having a terrible day and he took it out on me. He said he actually liked what I was playing and he was sorry he was such a dick.

He was totally cool.
 
When I left my parents home, I knew I’d be kicked out of an apartment because of noise…so at age 21, I bought a house in a neighborhood mostly full of older, retired couples. I was the youngest person on the street by thirty years or more.

One of the things that attracted me to this house was the huge den in the back…plenty of room for a full five-piece band—especially since I had no furniture, other than a bed and a dresser.

At the time, I worked a midnight-noon shift, 4 days on/three days off. At some point I’d given up living a normal life and just became a vampire, even on my days off.

When I moved in, I went and introduced myself to all my neighbors and told them I played guitar and if I were ever too loud or too late, to please come on over and ask me to turn it down (instead of calling the police).

To my surprise, they never came over and never called the police, either.

One night, I got together with several friends and we really cranked it up—two guitarists, a bassist, and me playing guitar, harmonica and singing. We also has some big, heavy LOUD amps—big 1970’s Music Man and Silverface Fender amps, everything cranked up high. All of us worked nights and this was our day off, so we played until about 4:00AM.

I figured we disturbed somebody.

The next afternoon, I saw Mr Gene, who kinda resembled Jeff Dunham’s character Walter. I went over and said, “I’m sorry if we disturbed you last night…”

He replied, “Naw, son…you know, I got up to go pee and I stopped and listened to y’all for a while. You know, y’all are really talented! I really liked it…and then you started playing that d— narcotic music and I had to shut my window. But up til then, it was fine!”

I figured that must have been around the time we’d launched into some Hendrix or something narcotic psychedelic.

But to illustrate how well-insulated and soundproof our homes are, a few years later, the jackass redneck neighbor on the other side (a more-recent resident to the neighborhood, closer to my age) knocked on my door one afternoon and grinning like an idiot, announced, “I just wanted to let you know—I didn’t kill my wife or nothin’!”

“Ummm…WHAT?” :unsure::oops:

“Oh, you didn’t hear the shotgun blast?”

“Shotgun blast?”

“Yeah, I was moving my 12-gauge into my bedroom and didn’t know I’d already racked a shell into the chamber and accidentally blew a hole in the floor, right beside the bed…d— lucky I didn’t blow my foot off!”

“Well, ok. That’s…umm…good to know.”

His bedroom was closest to my den, where I’d be sitting and reading a book—no radio or TV or any other noise (this was BC—Before Child). We were less than thirty feet apart, and I hadn’t heard a thing, much less a freaking 12-gauge shotgun blast.

So I don’t have to worry if I decide to (in the words of David Grissom), “dial it up to dime.”

I chose wisely.
 
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