The house across the street is available for rent again. The last neighbor was okay. Before that a parole officer. Before that gang bangers. Baby mama gang banger let her barely-walking baby run loose at 2:00 in the morning while she’s doin’ it with her latest dog in the front seat of his Caddy. When it looked like they were moving out, I called the rental company to verify it. I said, “Just tell me they’re leaving. Lie to me.” It turns out they were jumping rent. I broke out in hives. Every time I would call the police I’d let a lecture about their rights. We don’t have rights. We’re white.
Ask everyone you know if they are looking to rent a place. A way to beat it is to help the landlord find a good tenant before the trash moves in.