So, last night we were about to retire for the night when we heard an unwelcome hustle-and-bustle right outside. And we go to the windows and, voila, we see one of our friendly neighborhood dealers who sits on our stoop though his stoop is mere feet away, crowding the doorway and smoking (what, we couldn't tell from the angle) with some smarmily dressed friends, while a Suburban idled, double-parked outfront.
This, despite our NO TRESSPASSING sign.
