What do you mean “all the way to my bedroom”? He’s on video pointing at my bedroom window and swinging a bat. I’m going to hear the glass break and so is my dog. I also have to potentially cross paths with him every time I go to my car, or the laundry room, or the mailbox. You sure do have some strong opinions on this situation you know nothing about.
Thanks. Hopefully nothing comes of it. I’ve talked loudly with other neighbors about how much I’m enjoying target shooting every weekend, and how good I’m getting at it (both of these are true), and I’m hoping he either overheard or someone told him and he takes the hint. But if push comes to shove and he gives me no choice well I’m pretty confident I can hit center mass at 25ft and a baseball bat is way less than 25ft long.
They were here that night. 2 other neighbors called the cops because he was out there for hours swinging a bat around. I also showed them video the next day of his threat and of him hitting the mailbox with his bat (federal offense, in theory). They didn’t do anything but talk to him. Then he assaulted another resident a few weeks later, shoved his door open and whaled on him a bit. Class A misdomeoner for that, which means most likely community service. I’m hoping he gets mandated therapy because I’m fairly certain he’s schitzophrenic (his problem with me is he somehow got the idea in his head that I hacked his wifi and broke his Roku). But I’m not holding my breath.
I grew up in a rough neighborhood. I went to high school with Latin Kings. It is so fucking stupid I had to buy a gun specifically to carry on my on own property in the quiet little suburban town I moved to but I’m convinced he’s eventually going to force me to defend myself and I am not getting murdered by this motherfucker.
What do you mean “all the way to my bedroom”? He’s on video pointing at my bedroom window and swinging a bat. I’m going to hear the glass break and so is my dog. I also have to potentially cross paths with him every time I go to my car, or the laundry room, or the mailbox. You sure do have some strong opinions on this situation you know nothing about.
I know that you mean it all hypothetical, but it really sounds like you have a psycho neighbour if you list it like that XD
It’s not hypothetical, I’m describing things that actually happened and are the reason I got a pistol permit.
Man, sucks that you have to deal with that kind of bullshit.
Thanks. Hopefully nothing comes of it. I’ve talked loudly with other neighbors about how much I’m enjoying target shooting every weekend, and how good I’m getting at it (both of these are true), and I’m hoping he either overheard or someone told him and he takes the hint. But if push comes to shove and he gives me no choice well I’m pretty confident I can hit center mass at 25ft and a baseball bat is way less than 25ft long.
at that point can’t you get the police to do something about the guy for threatening your life?
They were here that night. 2 other neighbors called the cops because he was out there for hours swinging a bat around. I also showed them video the next day of his threat and of him hitting the mailbox with his bat (federal offense, in theory). They didn’t do anything but talk to him. Then he assaulted another resident a few weeks later, shoved his door open and whaled on him a bit. Class A misdomeoner for that, which means most likely community service. I’m hoping he gets mandated therapy because I’m fairly certain he’s schitzophrenic (his problem with me is he somehow got the idea in his head that I hacked his wifi and broke his Roku). But I’m not holding my breath.
I grew up in a rough neighborhood. I went to high school with Latin Kings. It is so fucking stupid I had to buy a gun specifically to carry on my on own property in the quiet little suburban town I moved to but I’m convinced he’s eventually going to force me to defend myself and I am not getting murdered by this motherfucker.