Resident • 2012 - 2013
When I look out from my porch, I can count in the immediate parking lot of my apartments, 4 Cadillacs, 2 Lincolns, and a Chrysler 300. If I didn't know any better, I'd guess it was a retirement community. We have spent the last 3 months calling management and police about the constant thumping of subwoofers, the screaming matches from our neighbors, trash left at our doorstep, and indiscreet drug sales just feet from the front door.
Last night our upstairs neighbors decided to throw a party that got way too loud. But not loud enough that the screams of their toddler couldn't be heard over the revelry. The police were called, and suddenly the entire upstairs started scrambling around, yelling "Oh, ----! Oh, ----!" while they refused to open the door. Once they did finally open up, the matriarch of the family started jumping up and down, banging on the walls, and screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs. After the party broke up, the residents, including the toddler and and elderly woman, piled into their car, flashed their headlights at our apartment and started screaming threats and obscenities at our porch. The cops were called again, but didn't arrive in time.
Nobody was arrested. No tickets were handed out. No penalties of any kind were administered. The 2nd round of Sheriff's officers informed us that since they saw nothing, there would not even be a report written. We were handed blame for not hiding in the apartment like wilted flowers. We "obviously weren't scared" by their estimation. Thanks, Travis County Sheriff's Office. I feel safer already.
Here's to you Hunt Club Austin. Keep it classy.