The other day, I hear a banging going on next door from the place that used to be Sean and Tanyas. Since they moved out, a young family of three with a small son move in. I don’t interact with them much but as we share a garage that my living room sits over I often see and hear them late in the night often with the boy who is sometimes very upset . I can’t help but imagine something nefarious happening and I hope that if it is that the boy has the protection he needs.
Last night, an ambulance and a firetrucks bright lights illuminate the front of our unit as responders are instructed to go around the corner to that young families unit. We peer down from the balcony along with the ma across the lot from us to see what’s happening.
After the ambulance and firetruck depart a small crowd forms under my bedroom window on their phones or crying in Spanish.
It’s not until today until we learn from Matt who is right next to them that the husband died. Matt tells us the guy offered him some Coke a few nights before but they said no and he thinks that’s what caused the overdose.. word on the street is there’s a big increase of deaths from that stuff being laced with fentanyl.
The wife pack up and left sometime in the early morning. Matt is torn up about it as he often interacted with the guy.
Strange happenings in these parts.