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police car sitting in front of our building with its lights on (out there over 45 minutes now), and another police car is slowly circling the block... meanwhile the black SUV that has been sitting in random driveways all over the block for the past two weeks, is going in and out of driveways on Western, James, West Cutts, and Railway Ave.... this has been happening every night between 11pm and 1am for two weeks now. Some nights as many as 5 police cars sit around the building, and often they shine a spotlight on one specific apartment. I wonder what's going on? Clearly they are watching the apartment 3 doors down in our building, ... the one that is right now "empty" since April (police raided said apartment in April, not sure what the raid was about), but family left next morning, dumped all their furniture and about 300 marhawana plants in the dumpster, then left, no one has seen them since, and since April police have been sitting at our building a few nights week, so for four months now, but the past two weeks its increased a lot. no clue what's going on, except the woman who fled that apartment was the woman who spent since 2021 yelling at me about some guy named Todd Murphy, whom she clearly thought i knew who Todd Murphy is, but i don't know who she is nor do I know who the Todd Murphy is that she kept talking about (she was accusing me of being a journalist writing articles about him, and I think she has me mixed up with the woman across the street from me... the woman across the street from me is a reporter for the Portland Press Herald and her name is very similar to mine, with only two letters different between her name and my name... i am a fiction writer of Omegaverse novels, not a nonfiction journalist for a newspaper and I've tried telling this woman that every time she shows up yelling at me about that Todd Murphy guy that she's obsessed with.) But the Todd Murphy woman is gone, has not attacked me me since the big police raid on that apartment in April, and ever since she left, police have been watching our building, hyper focused on that now empty apartment. No clue what's going on. I don't know if I should feel safer because police sit outside the building or less safe because I assume they are watching for someone dangerous otherwise they wouldn't be there. (its 12:18am right now by the way and they've been sitting there since 11:30pm).I keep noticing them, because I take Koko out to go poop by the tree at the end of the driveway before bed, then go switch out my bedding in my car (i leave it in the car after washing it because the heat dries it out during the day and I can bring it back in nice and dry at night) and because my car is parked at the back driveway, but the wheelchair ramp is at the front driveway, I have to go all the way around the block to get to my car, due to annoying lack of wheelchair access for half the sidewalk... ...so i have to walk by these police cars every night before bed, and it makes me wonder what in the heck is going on with the abandoned apartment in our building that has got the police so fixated on it for so many weeks (four months now)?

police car sitting in front of our building with its lights on (out there over 45 minutes now), and another police car is slowly circling the block... meanwhile the black SUV that has been sitting in random driveways all over the block for the past two weeks, is going in and out of driveways on Western, James, West Cutts, and Railway Ave.... this has been happening every night between 11pm and 1am for two weeks now. Some nights as many as 5 police cars sit around the building, and often they shine a spotlight on one specific apartment. I wonder what's going on? 

Clearly they are watching the apartment 3 doors down in our building, ... the one that is right now "empty" since April (police raided said apartment in April, not sure what the raid was about), but family left next morning, dumped all their furniture and about 300 marhawana plants in the dumpster, then left, no one has seen them since, and since April police have been sitting at our building a few nights week, so for four months now, but the past two weeks its increased a lot. no clue what's going on, except the woman who fled that apartment was the woman who spent since 2021 yelling at me about some guy named Todd Murphy, whom she clearly thought i knew who Todd Murphy is, but i don't know who she is nor do I know who the Todd Murphy is that she kept talking about (she was accusing me of being a journalist writing articles about him, and I think she has me mixed up with the woman across the street from me... the woman across the street from me is a reporter for the Portland Press Herald and her name is very similar to mine, with only two letters different between her name and my name... i am a fiction writer of Omegaverse novels, not a nonfiction journalist for a newspaper and I've tried telling this woman that every time she shows up yelling at me about that Todd Murphy guy that she's obsessed with.) 

But the Todd Murphy woman is gone, has not attacked me me since the big police raid on that apartment in April, and ever since she left, police have been watching our building, hyper focused on that now empty apartment. 

No clue what's going on. 

I don't know if I should feel safer because police sit outside the building or less safe because I assume they are watching for someone dangerous otherwise they wouldn't be there.

 (its 12:18am right now by the way and they've been sitting there since 11:30pm).

I keep noticing them, because I take Koko out to go poop by the tree at the end of the driveway before bed, then go switch out my bedding in my car (i leave it in the car after washing it because the heat dries it out during the day and I can bring it back in nice and dry at night) and because my car is parked at the back driveway, but the wheelchair ramp is at the front driveway, I have to go all the way around the block to get to my car, due to annoying lack of wheelchair access for half the sidewalk... 

...so i have to walk by these police cars every night before bed, and it makes me wonder what in the heck is going on with the abandoned apartment in our building that has got the police so fixated on it for so many weeks (four months now)?

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