In desperation, I wrote to my local member of provincial parliament, asking for help in getting rid of the drug dealers, addicts and skanks next door. I explained that for the past 9 months I've lived beside these filthy people who party for days at a time because, shock, they're drug addicts. I even mentioned the sounds of sex. If he's going to understand how truly uncomfortable my house is, he has to know about the sex. Did I mention I'd rather listen to the Marineland theme song on an endless loop while chewing tinfoil than hear other people have sex? Just checkin'.
Anyway, bless the politician for reading my letter while he's apparently out of the country. It had to be at least two letter-sized pages long and he read it on his Blackberry. And at the point where his thumb was about to cramp up, here's the reply he sent:
"My best advice is that you continue to work with the police and continue to report every incident in need of investigation. It is there job to protect your rights and to enforce the laws of Canada."
Doesn't make me terribly confident. Did I also mention I'm a stickler for spelling?
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