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Holy crap on a crap cracker. Looks like ol' Frankie the Mooch has been sponging off of the wrong people.
Just a wee bit past midnight, I was just half asleep,watching SNL and I hear raised voices. Just two doors down, yells and pleadings to the tune of "I'll get it, I'll get it!" and then the sound of a man being beaten up. After taking a second to I called 911, because I'm certainly not up to stepping outside and breaking things up. After calling the police, I called the landlord, and notified him of the latest shenanigans in apartment #1. LL assured me that Frankie's going to be out in a few days... hardee har har. I'd like to hope so, but I'll only believe that when I see it.
A pair of policemen have since come by, and I gave my name and approximation as to what happened. The combatants have since left, and mooch-boy isn't answering his door, so there's little else I can do but keep an ear open and be ready to call again, if need be.
I really can't help but think that Frankie brought this onto himself, but I still feel pity. He's a pathetic, sad creature, for all of his moochy, creepy ways... and doesn't deserve a punch in the mouth for being a toad.
Let's see... Searching for Frankie in past entries - numerous mooches and attempted mooches left out.
[update - 1:32am - more fighting outside. I called the police back, waiting for arrival. 1:35-same cops as before swung by and Frankie's not coming out, though his light is on now. I got a glimpse of the other guy, though, a skinny Spanish guy, mustache, white t-shirt, dark shorts, red backpack. Apparently in the scuffle, a pair of sunglasses dropped and a can of beer were spilled in the courtyard. I suspect Frankie's not coming to the door because he's fearing either eviction or being jailed by the cops.]
[update2 - 1:51am - raised voices again, and glass breaking. This is my third call to the police. I hope they get here before they disperse and run off again.]
[update3 - 2:48am - Cops just finished interrogating Frankie, and I'm amazed that they didn't take him to jail. They found it was his window that had been broken, and he opened the door after a long knocking session...they saw him and movement inside, and so persisted. Once they got him outside, he claimed to have no identification, and gave the name "Stephen" or "Steve", and a birthday in September of '65... and didn't remember his social security number. They immediately figured he was full of it because I referred to him as Frankie earlier and that's the name on the mailbox.
While he was talking to the Policemen, he tried a few times to head back into the house.... It was at that point that one of the cops looked more closely inside, and saw a crack pipe on the table beside his TV remote. They pressured him some more, and it turns out that he gave his brother's name. He eventually admitted to his real name of Francis, and suddenly could remember his social and birthday in January of '63. The police gave him moderate hell for being a liar... he claimed that there was a girl over, and that the crack and paraphernalia was hers. (That's *very unlikely*... the cops said as much. "Why should we believe some guy that lied to us about his name, his social and his window breaking?" Frankie then claimed that he lied because he was worried about his "new boss" getting wind of it.... they went in circles back and forth up and down for about an hour... I'm *amazed* that the resolution was that after three calls out, admitted lies, and possession of drugs... they let him off. They had him destroy the pipe, stomp on it, and throw the remainder on the roof... but when he asked if he should destroy the drugs, the dark haired cop told him to keep it... that he can hang on to that small amount of pleasure because his life is pretty much in the toilet, now. They did say that if they got a fourth call, for whatever reason, that they'd give him a break of a different sort, because they were far too tired of the time wasted already (three hours, off and on).
What kind of cops allow a con like Frankie to stay at home after all of that stuff? My only guess is that they didn't want to have to deal with the paperwork... I heard via the police radio that he had priors of petty theft but no drug charges, so that might've been a factor... but what I see is that they let a drug-using guy with a criminal record stay home from jail time, even though he gave false identification, obstructed justice, was in possession of drug paraphernalia and the drugs to be used inside. I suspect that they let him keep the crack because they couldn't take it with them without having to deal with some sort of paperwork as well.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be calling the landlord back, and fill him in on the details above. It's a pity, I think that all parties involved (including Frankie) would be better off with Mr Crackhead - Broken Window - Lies to the Cops - Would Rather Incriminate His Own Brother To Cover His Ass - Has Dubious Fights - Supposedly Being Evicted - Mooch - Dumbass Bad Neighbor in the clink, negotiating with cigarettes on the best way to avoid frequent anal rape. He needs to be off of the street... not for rehabilitation... I don't believe that's an option.. but instead to protect society before he gets bolder than stealing stuff and smoking up with his ill-gotten gain.] Other Note... the non-Frankie hoodlums left before the cops came back. I suspect the police would have been angry with me, if there wasn't a broken window for them to investigate.
Just a wee bit past midnight, I was just half asleep,watching SNL and I hear raised voices. Just two doors down, yells and pleadings to the tune of "I'll get it, I'll get it!" and then the sound of a man being beaten up. After taking a second to I called 911, because I'm certainly not up to stepping outside and breaking things up. After calling the police, I called the landlord, and notified him of the latest shenanigans in apartment #1. LL assured me that Frankie's going to be out in a few days... hardee har har. I'd like to hope so, but I'll only believe that when I see it.
A pair of policemen have since come by, and I gave my name and approximation as to what happened. The combatants have since left, and mooch-boy isn't answering his door, so there's little else I can do but keep an ear open and be ready to call again, if need be.
I really can't help but think that Frankie brought this onto himself, but I still feel pity. He's a pathetic, sad creature, for all of his moochy, creepy ways... and doesn't deserve a punch in the mouth for being a toad.
Let's see... Searching for Frankie in past entries - numerous mooches and attempted mooches left out.
- 5/11/03 - first mooch
- 5/14/03 - first chastising
- 7/7/03 - spinach roll
- 8/15/03 - knockers (maybe the same guy(s) as tonight?
- 8/27/03 - phone mooch
- 9/8/03 - "fix my wank machine?"
- 9/11/03 - begs for money/food. I foolishly give.
- 9/13/03 - last feeding time
- 9/14/03 - he's got cigs and beer, breaks my sleep, tries to mooch more
- 9/21/03 - mooch, use being on call to deny phone
- 10/15/03 - Sammy and Frankie have an argument
- 10/27/03 - Frankie Served notice, supposedly evicted within 5 days.
- 10/31/03 - 5 days later, He's still here.
- 11/08/03 - attempted mooching
- 11/10/03 - Mailbox Mess
- 11/16/03 - Today.
- 11/19/03 - Moved out by LL?
[update - 1:32am - more fighting outside. I called the police back, waiting for arrival. 1:35-same cops as before swung by and Frankie's not coming out, though his light is on now. I got a glimpse of the other guy, though, a skinny Spanish guy, mustache, white t-shirt, dark shorts, red backpack. Apparently in the scuffle, a pair of sunglasses dropped and a can of beer were spilled in the courtyard. I suspect Frankie's not coming to the door because he's fearing either eviction or being jailed by the cops.]
[update2 - 1:51am - raised voices again, and glass breaking. This is my third call to the police. I hope they get here before they disperse and run off again.]
[update3 - 2:48am - Cops just finished interrogating Frankie, and I'm amazed that they didn't take him to jail. They found it was his window that had been broken, and he opened the door after a long knocking session...they saw him and movement inside, and so persisted. Once they got him outside, he claimed to have no identification, and gave the name "Stephen" or "Steve", and a birthday in September of '65... and didn't remember his social security number. They immediately figured he was full of it because I referred to him as Frankie earlier and that's the name on the mailbox.
While he was talking to the Policemen, he tried a few times to head back into the house.... It was at that point that one of the cops looked more closely inside, and saw a crack pipe on the table beside his TV remote. They pressured him some more, and it turns out that he gave his brother's name. He eventually admitted to his real name of Francis, and suddenly could remember his social and birthday in January of '63. The police gave him moderate hell for being a liar... he claimed that there was a girl over, and that the crack and paraphernalia was hers. (That's *very unlikely*... the cops said as much. "Why should we believe some guy that lied to us about his name, his social and his window breaking?" Frankie then claimed that he lied because he was worried about his "new boss" getting wind of it.... they went in circles back and forth up and down for about an hour... I'm *amazed* that the resolution was that after three calls out, admitted lies, and possession of drugs... they let him off. They had him destroy the pipe, stomp on it, and throw the remainder on the roof... but when he asked if he should destroy the drugs, the dark haired cop told him to keep it... that he can hang on to that small amount of pleasure because his life is pretty much in the toilet, now. They did say that if they got a fourth call, for whatever reason, that they'd give him a break of a different sort, because they were far too tired of the time wasted already (three hours, off and on).
What kind of cops allow a con like Frankie to stay at home after all of that stuff? My only guess is that they didn't want to have to deal with the paperwork... I heard via the police radio that he had priors of petty theft but no drug charges, so that might've been a factor... but what I see is that they let a drug-using guy with a criminal record stay home from jail time, even though he gave false identification, obstructed justice, was in possession of drug paraphernalia and the drugs to be used inside. I suspect that they let him keep the crack because they couldn't take it with them without having to deal with some sort of paperwork as well.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be calling the landlord back, and fill him in on the details above. It's a pity, I think that all parties involved (including Frankie) would be better off with Mr Crackhead - Broken Window - Lies to the Cops - Would Rather Incriminate His Own Brother To Cover His Ass - Has Dubious Fights - Supposedly Being Evicted - Mooch - Dumbass Bad Neighbor in the clink, negotiating with cigarettes on the best way to avoid frequent anal rape. He needs to be off of the street... not for rehabilitation... I don't believe that's an option.. but instead to protect society before he gets bolder than stealing stuff and smoking up with his ill-gotten gain.] Other Note... the non-Frankie hoodlums left before the cops came back. I suspect the police would have been angry with me, if there wasn't a broken window for them to investigate.
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