I'm ready to pull up stakes and head back to Kansas and work the ren fair as I've always really wanted to.
However I find myself in a house that I had worked out the story of during a viewing a few years ago.
Drug addicted people tearing the place apart and using it to cook and move drugs, kids being involved and an older woman being taken advanatage of.
By pure chance I ended up working with the child that I had figured out was involved in the case of the house and through them was introduced to their mother.
The mother, when I met her had bruses on her face, hair hanging down over them to hide them.
I didn't ask many questions but I knew what I needed to from the way she looked at me and the way she acted.
I didn't say much but I did figure out who the person that had hit her was.
That person, also, by chance, worked where I was.
After awhile I was invited over again and this time the bruses were there, new ones, but they were hidden under lairs of makeup.
I was able, through a bit of wrangling and heavy financial investment on my part, end up living on the property.
WhenI first moved in I was helping clean the place up and inspecting it while at the same time learning what I could, more about the situation.
Push came to shove and I confronted the fellow that had hit her, who was still livng on the property.
Found out that he was drinking again and running liqour in his car.
She got scared and he leaned on her to the point that she's been trying to shuffle me out.
But that's the trick. Until I get him out of here I'm not really planning on going anywhere.
I did some investigation into them, just through public records and news reports.
found that he had been picked up a few years ago as part of a round up of drug dealers along with over 20 others, as well as some minors.
A little while after that he had been picked up on a DUI and found in violation of his probation.
After the initial confrontation I was able to finally get ahold of the owner of the property, the person paying all of the bills.
Turns out she doensn't want him here either but she's afraid for her daughters safety so she said that "one of us needs to go" and it's my thought that the abusive guy should mosey on down the road to the police station.
but the local p.d. won't step in unless the lady presses charages.
The two times that I've been able to get her to call an officer out here the guy that hit her "just happened" to be gone.
I'm curious as to how he has a car if he's been picked up on D.U.I.s amongst other things.
But the years is drawing to a close and I haven't been paid in quite some time so I'm going to have to figure out what to do.
the old me would just catch him coming into the house kick the crap out of him and then haul him down to the station myself. But I don't do that anymore.
My thing is that a known drug dealer and abusive person should not be living this close to a school as they are. Hell, if the local officers and things knew these things were going on here why the hell hadn't they done anything about it before.
I need to pull together some money so that I can get the official records, but the lady has clammed up again, and like I said she's trying to get me out of here because she feels that this guy is the only reason she can pay the bills.
When the truth of it, and what I explained to her when I moved in and during the following month of working with her on trying to get things cleaned up is that the they need to apply for assistance under various grant programs but that it requires having official inspections done on the property.
My hands are tied right now so I'll I can do is sit tight and if I hear any screaming an hollaring to go and check it out myself because the neighbors don't really seam to care. If they had the property would not have gotten to this point.
I've reported it to the local p.d. myself at the point of initial confrontation after the fellow, Lon, had tried taking swings at me.
He and his friend, who had been in the apartment when I originally moved in had avoided me heavily and tried to prevent me from working on/cleaning things up and though I don't know if it was them specifically had been breaking / undoing some of the repairs I had done.
Luckily I had been documenting my work as I was doing it and still have it available online. Though with what finances I did have and not having been paid in several months my cloud storage is going to have to be downloaded to hard disck soon. Which isn't a huge problem but since I don't have a secure place to store files like that currently doing so poses a difficulty.
I don't know.
The year is almost over and Lon "Trevor" Hunsinger age 48 and "Jenn" need to be sort this soon so that Bonnie, the owner and stroke survivor currently living out of state will be able to sell it.
My only concern about selling it currently is that Jen, outside of the abuse, is an acomplace to the drug trafficking that was (possibly still is) taking place through the property.
All l know is that the person I'm helping is afriad to come to the property currently and has only come to the property for short visits three times over the past few months.
