Shortly after that wild storm last night, the Baltimore City narco cops raided the rowhouse six doors down from mine. This is the third time this house has been raided in less than a year and a half. You’d think at this point the cops would take a look at the landlord to see why it is he keeps renting to drug dealers. Hmmm. I wonder.
About seven months ago these really young guys “moved” into this particular house, except no one actually saw any furniture go into the house, which had been empty since the last tenants were raided. My gut feeling tells me that it’s really a stash house and that no one actually lives there. I’ve never been a drug dealer, but even I could tell right away what amateurs these tools were. Nothing screams amateur more than “Hey, lets’ wear the most ostentatious, pimpish fur-lined Gucci jacket everyday as we walk right up to customers and hand them drugs out in the open.” Communicating with your drug runners via an obnoxious push-to-talk phone on the highest volume possible does not lend itself to discretion either. Anyway, these guys were raided around Thanksgiving and went bye-bye. Just last week I noticed they were back because they totally eye-fucked from their stoop as I drove by their house one morning. *Yawn* Whatever. I-am-so-scared. *Yawn* Amateurs.
So last night there was one marked po po car and three unmarked Dodge Neons (the undercover cop car of choice, apparently) clogging my street. There were seven or eight cops going in and out of the house with guns out and their bullet-proof vests on over their t-shirts. They were taking all kinds of pictures and loading stuff into the trunks of their Neons. I observed all of this from my own stoop and bedroom window, so I couldn’t see all of the details. I took great pleasure in seeing the suburban White johns get all wide-eyed as they drove down the block and realized the Neons, which were double-parked and blocking their cruising path, were crawling with cops. Usually these guys circle and circle and circle my block until they find the girl they want to rent for ten minutes. Not last night. No one circled twice. It was a very quite night. I actually had the rare pleasure of being able to sleep with my bedroom windows open all night long.
This morning when I drove by the raided house, it gave me a special little tingle when I saw that the front door of the stash house had been busted off it’s hinges and that there was also a huge crater next to the lock where the cops rammed the door down. Why do things like this make me so happy? I am beyond excited that this house got raided before the really warm really arrives. Hopefully these guys will go to the Eager Street Day Spa & Resort for the spring and summer months. I hear it’s just lovely this time of year. Perhaps they will pick up some pointers on discretion while they are there.
