Hello, I have lived in an extremely ghetto area for most of my life up until 6 months ago. The are has since gotten worse because of this one person, who was once a beloved family member. I’ll call him, Joseph for privacy reasons because this case is still in progress and I may update more about this matter if something comes up again.
So, I lived in that small ghetto area for 11 years and is progressively getting worse. It was already bad (ie. getting robbed every 6 months) and this quarrel has been going on for 3, long years. I was 10 at the time and Joseph has been addicted to drug for awhile, and his latest fix was meth and Raid (yes the insect spray). He had some tweaker tenants that he would cook meth and raid in the small house next to ours, and for some god forsaken reason, the pipes were all connected and the city was threatening to charge more money for the water if we didn’t cap the pipe (this is specifically the water, and not anything else). So we asked Joseph if he wanted to cap the water as much as we did, and he said we could (this is VERY important), and we did just that. The tenants broke into our car and stole my father’s wallet in spite. Joseph got mad because his tweaker friends weren’t paying him anymore. The rest of the memory is fuzzy because of a stupid 2nd grader threw a rock into the air and it struck me in the head, so there are some memories that have been forgotten. Next thing I remember is Joseph putting a padlock on our garage and claiming our driveway. My mother, being the Navy SeeBee she was, goes out and confronts her brother as she records him putting the padlock on the garage. My mother destroyed the phone that recorded the footage because of family reasons and the phone was rendered unusable (it had a case). Things stayed at this intensity for a year and we had to move because of his persistent harassment.
My friend and I were hanging out at my grandmothers house (the new house was across the street from my grandmothers) and watching a gaming livestream until the doorbell rang and, of course, it was Joseph. But he had an Auto Rifle strapped around him. Looking at me. Brief eye contact for approximately 3 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. My eyes widened and I was screaming for my friend to just go! I didn’t want her to get hurt, after all, she has been my best friend for a long time and still is. I grabbed her wrist and a kitchen knife and scrambled to a dark room and I told her to push against the door with all her might. We did just that. Later, we found out he was demanding for his mother to give him ANOTHER gun.
Fast forward to about a month ago and we have a tenant for ourselves (to watch the house for Joseph and his tweaker friends). He was packing up his art supplies as he has gone to art school and is decently well known in this area. As he scoops up some paints, he hears what sounds like a BB gun shooting outside, glass shattering, and laughter as a figure begins to crawl through the window. The tenant runs out the front door and hears someone scream, “JOSEPH THERES SOMEONE IN THERE!!” And Joseph retreats out of the window and flees the scene as our tenant calls the police. I have left out a lot of things because it will Reveal who this truly is. Joseph has since tried to make up. But, there’s no repentance for real, genuine sins…