Driveway Guy

So I've realized in all of the neighbor posts and Facebook statuses I've written, I've completely neglected the subject of Driveway Guy.  Mostly because it seems that the drama from downstairs is more than enough, and is the more ongoing and episodic, whereas Driveway Guy was more a constant than anything else.

Driveway Guy was Josh, the boyfriend of one of the girls who lives in the back apartment.  One day he just started showing up, and parking his truck in back of the house.  Big guy - about three hundred pounds, and significantly older than she was (she's 23, he's 33).  Scraggely hair and beard, and his smile was missing a few teeth.  Parking the truck in the back was happening because he was sneaking in through the window, since the mom didn't approve of him.

After a time, he started parking in the driveway in his truck, and sleeping in it overnight.  He'd run it for warmth, which was an issue because it was right outside my bedroom window, and he often had company in the truck overnight.  Seemed...very odd.

Especially after he traded the truck for a Honda Accord, and continued sleeping in it, and she started sleeping in it with him.  Both of them stunk, the motor ran all night, people going in and out of it, loud conversations...

I talked with Emily, the next door neighbor about him (lots of ways to describe him, finally settling on Driveway Guy), and discovered he'd been part of the huge meth bust in Leroy a few years back, getting a reduced sentence for turning in others.  (The bust was over 50 kilograms, and the top guy in Leroy refused to turn on members of the Rochester Hell's Angels, and got about 20 years for his trouble.  Probably wise.)

Apparently they'd been dating for a while before he went to jail (and before it was LEGAL for them to date each other, but that's another story...), and his parents had kicked him out of the house for some reason (he claimed over spending money), and he was now living in his car in the driveway doing...nothing.

Well, not nothing.  Wretching horribly, leaving piles of vomit by the door of my car, smoking a lot, and dealing...something.  I never saw what they actually dealt, and I did watch the couple of times they smoked in the car, to see if the pipe was brass (pot) or glass (meth).  As long as it was brass, I really didn't worry too much.

I did have my laptop stolen out of my car when I'd left it there for a half hour or so, and when I called the police about it, they asked if I'd moved there recently, since they'd never heard of me before.  (Big ol' sign that says MOVE NOW in smarter people.  Fortunately for your amusement, I'm not.)  They initially tried to blame it on Josh, the downstairs teenager, but I told them I didn't think he was that stupid (see previous post about being proven wrong), and thought it was either Driveway Guy or one of his customers, and I suggested they check in with him.

I gave a brief thumbnail of Driveway Guy to one of my students, and she told me I needed to move to the 'hood, since I'd at least have a shorter commute. 

So - that's the basic intro to Driveway Guy (also known as Driveway Josh, to differentiate him from Downstairs Josh.)  More stories to come, including Trusting Driveway Guy to Fix my Car, and the Flight of Driveway Guy.