11am and I've already fielded three telemarketing calls... then I hear an insistent knock on my door. Mumble Mumble because I'm putting down some watercolor and (sigh) it dries quickly.... stomp stomp. Open the door. There, looking a bit straggly, is my ex-neighbor. The one who fell into drugs (again) and recently got evicted. She asked if she could use my phone.
I left her standing at the door while I got the phone. She had to use it standing by my door because I don't invite people into my apartment. I grabbed a cigarette and went out to wait until she was done. When I went out I noticed a police car. The officer got out and came up to talk to the 'ex-neighbor'. He was asking generalized questions (how'd your face get scratched, where's your friends once the drugs are gone, you keep hanging out with them and they just use you, etc.)
I volunteered that she had just asked to use the phone and thats why I was out there. I wasn't very quick. It wasn't until later that I realized she had asked to use the phone thinking I might invite her in so the cop wouldn't see her. After the ex-neighbor left, the cop said he had seen her up on the corner with a couple of prostitutes and when she saw him, she quickly tried to leave the area. Thats always a guilty move. Apparently he followed her here.... and must not have had anything "on her" to do anything except talk. (He learned she had been evicted and refreshed his memory of her full name.)
"Well, I'm glad you stopped and came up here" I said to him. "She use to be okay and then she fell into the drugs." Blah blah blah. Any chance I get, I'm thanking the police because I want them to know I'm on their side.... even if I do know that some of them are real jerks and bullies. But they're usually having to deal with folks who need jerking around and put in their place. (I'm really trying to straddle the fence, aren't I.)
Anyway... back to the art work. It started out as a nice sketch but 'I'm a feared I'm messing it up with the watercolor.' But oh well. Its a good learning experience. Back to work.