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Cooter has brought the go cart back for the holiday weekend.. Anything to make him look like a wonderful guy. But he’s just an ass….
Fireworks yesterday. He shot off 3 rockets about 9 pm. He ran into the house right afterwards like a coward then the group left in the SUV so that if the cops were called no one would be at home. Someone in the neighborhood yelled at him making fun of his immature behavior. Come on Cooter,,, grow up…
Poor Cooter, someone on the next street had better fireworks then he had. Must have been a real blow to his manhood.
Below you will find an email that rec’d from Chief concerning the continued illegal activities ommitted by the occupants of hell house. After this email you will find my reply.
Madame,
It was a quiet summer night. Normal neighborhood noises were a comforting sound. Until….. about 9:15 pm Cooter decides that the neighborhood was too quiet and peaceful. He has bought his second air horn. Like the type that is used in boating for signaling ships/boats. He had one in May when he was asked by the police to stop racing a go-cart around his house for hours on end. That one lasted about 3 days before the air ran out. He would fire it off about every hour from 10 am when he gets out of bed ( Doesn’t work for a living, just lives off of women) until about 11 pm when Skank has to go to bed to get up to go to work.
How very adult of him…. The police chief here in Pekin says it is all ours fault that we must learn to get along. I am sorry chief, the man is a bully and a menance. I will not be holding hands and singing Kum-bi-ya anytime soon. I will though, stand up for my, as you put it, constitutional rights. Oh by the way, I have the noise documented on my camcorder since I now have to video my hot tub soakings so that I don’t get another false police report issued by Cooter. The sound is plain to hear.
When the air horn was done, out came the fireworks… Oh Joy!
Saturday afternoon and evening was wonderful. The neighborhood was alive with the sounds of living. Wonderful!!!. Why do you ask was this so nice. The occupants of hell house were gone until late at night. The boyfriend ( here by known as cooter) was not here to terrorize anyone.
But Sunday night, Cooter couldn’t stand the quiet any longer. Off goes the bottle rockets…. When this happens the other arrested development men come out from under their rocks. Cooter’s best groupies slithers over ( here by known as Peckerhead) bring his own fireworks. These brave men scatter like cockroaches after they fire off those rockets. Why the cowardly running away? Be the men that you believe that you are. When no called the police it wasn’t fun anymore so they quieted down for the night.
Now we come to today. No sooner than I get out of my car with groceries, Cooter is slithering to the shed where he keeps his fireworks. Off they go…. First firecrackers then bottle rockets fire off with the help of Peckerhead. The neighbor behind me comes out of his house to see what is all the noise is about. Shakes his head and goes back inside. The neighbor lady calls me and we discuss the maturity of a 41 year old terrorizing the neighborhood because he can get away with it. As we talk and my dog does his business on my bushes, Peckerhead is trying to clean off the powder burn on the sidewalk. Again, Cowards…..
Question is why do we have to put up with this when more than one person calls the police with the same story? If the police would do their duty instead of threatening the people who call in the problem, we would not have to live with a neighborhood bully. Maybe it is time for the city leaders who know about this man to let the owner of hell house ( Here by known as Skank) that she is responsible for what goes on in her house.
As I type, the Boyfriend is shooting off bottle rockets and firecrackers. Anything to annoy the neighbors. Where is the police…. oh that’s right some officers want fireworks to be legal so that they can shoot their own. Hmmmm.
As sure as night falls, out comes The Boyfriend from Hell House’s fireworks.. Disappointing though, he only fired off 2 rockets last night. Must be saving for the weekend or he’s about to run out. Hopefully, the youngest child of the house won’t be able to light any off like he tried last weekend when The Boyfriend was gone. Only thing keeping him from harm was that he was unable to get the clicker to ignite..
Here’s a blog from last night that was sent to city leaders…
Evening,
Imagine if you will a quite summers night. Kids catching fireflys, giggling and having funing. Families walking their dog down the street carefree. Until…. this is where the horror music starts…. the occupants of the hell house come home. Everyone goes into their homes and shuts the doors,,,,, really! That is just what happened tonight. The neighborhood was relaxed until 9:45 pm . No sooner then the car doors were closed, the boyfriend placed 2 explosive fireworks ( the kind that shoot up and produce colored sparks) in the middle of the street. The police were called and I for one refused to leave my name due to the fact that certain police tickets everyone regardless of fault. (Zero tolerance) I will not risk a ticket just to insist on my rights nor to call in illegal actions. Maybe the County or State police can do a better job in policing the area. Hmmmm…..
Hello World…
Within these pages will be my experiences on Tazewell Rd in Pekin, Ill…. I have the neighbor from hell….
Hell started February of 2007 when the owner of the hell house lost her live in boyfriend, accepted her druggie/unemployed brother into the house and allowed a new man to share her bed. She had enough problems with her felon son who systematically burgarized many, including mine, houses in this neighborhood.
The fun started right away. The brother tied his Rotwieller dog to the front porch allowing it to bark constantly day and night. Finally someone called the police to get the dog to be quiet so that working people could sleep. The brother decided to retaliate. The week of the 4th of July, illegal fireworks were shot off at houses late at night so that the neighborhood understood that he was upset. The police were called with little results. From there the brother started to yell obsenities to anyone he found outside. Again little police action. The police will be another blog page…. very long story.
Now the new boyfriend enters the picture. He brings 3 extremely beat up stock cars onto the property. None of those cars had mufflers. He work on those cars all hours of the night reveving them up to full throttle. The noise level on a stock car if you look it up on the web is the same level as a jet airplane in take off mode. Imagine that noise next door to you….
The local newspapers ran an article about how the neighbors and the city were picking on him by not letting him run his cars as he pleased. He stated in the article that he was pulling his 7.5 million dollar racing team from the city thus single handedly causing the city’s economy to falture. HUH! No such deal was ever proven.
Fast forward…. To show you the maturity age of the adults in that house let me tell you about this summer so far. The boyfriend became unemployed November of last year. All of a sudden a brand new go-cart with trailer pulls in the driveway. For an entire week, nearly non-stop as he had plenty of time, the go-cart ran circles around the perimeter of the house and out into the street. Someone in the neighborhood had enough. The police were called and put a stop to the noise. Now he starts in yelling obsenities at anyone he could see. He was ticketed for misdemeanor ( case dismissed). To let us all know that he was upset, he bought a marine airhorn ( type that signals boats) and fired it off every hour for three days. It finally ran out of air one night….
Now to irritate everyone we have fireworks until late at night. I’ll keep you updated….
