back in 2015... 

posting old drafts I'd left hanging...

Thefts were common around the area and our storage lockers were not secure.

Laundry worked intermittently and it was best to stay away from him.

Most recently, he'd been running out when the postman arrived and a child asked me what I'd gotten.  I explained US Mail was VERY private thing, but I understood why he was curious.

When notes appeared on doors for the inspections on some doors, and not others, the tennants in both buildings, were not pleased as smokers here learned to contain our butts, animals and ashes as requested the year before.

When Harry was gone for the weekend, the mothers here were talking about the other tennants he'd bullied into leaving from both 1104 and 1110 properties.

We'd been ill from the construction, fire and just starting to recover.  When I fell down the stairs, I'd pulled my rotator cuff and had to rest my arm for months.  When the Casino closed and rent went up, I was being harassed as the cause.

These properties, run by Catlin and Newspring are known to be part of some divorce settlement and there has been no peaceful enjoyment in either as he's been the primary reason for several of them.

No one was flicking or wanting to flick cigarettes at Harry, when he showed up mothers here were discussing our concerns.  

please excuse my verbosity, but I am NOT bipolar, I am verbose and have been misdiagnosis several times.

Time constraints of those helping me deal with this problem, do not allow me to be succinct.

My heritage and family genealogy information has been helpful to others here and this tennant does not read very well.

This has caused rage issue.

The problem started with his peeping into windows at about noon complaining about the music that bothered no one else in either building.  Harry ran around demanding to know what I was saying about him.  His paranoia was distressing and the bullying was uncalled for.

Meanwhile there have been people charging phones on the building and hacking WIFI and scanning for debit cards.  I've had money missing from mine and neighbors have watched over each other.  He complained about other messes left by homeless that caused animals and vulnerable tenants to move out.

Navy Boot Camp Folding Sydrome

That's so cute!  It was the first thing I dumped.  Dad's room inspections were on Saturdays when he was a DoD officer at Ft. Meade.  (no uniform, no calling him "sir", etc)
In 1983, I graduated from a Levittown's Bowie (Bulldogs) High School out of MD.  Naval Academy found my brother physically color blind, so he ended up in the Army like my uncle for the same reason.  He was so strict, I had to move out to see Prince's Purple Rain show or have my own '74 Maverick I had to start with a ginormous screwdriver.

They got the trait from Grandma , who was born in Wichita, KS.  After Mom and my uncle were born, she'd dumped her first husband after WWII.  (gambling) She'd been a USO Dancer or something but her eyes were grey (Anderson, Ramsey, Rickman)
Dad's mom was a Grant from Kansas City, MO and a lot more Scottish/Osage than I realized.  Irish was another story, but I didn't know which side of the country we'd come in on.  East or West.

"Hidden Figures" and "Men Who Stare at Goats" projects had my Dad programming IBMs since after Korea and a Radioman in the Airforce until 1963. (our timeline)
I'm glad they had the wall-busting scene, because the same thing happened when they moved in the IBMS at the Agency.  He and my mom's Prom was HMS Pinafore, 1948 Wichita version.
The same year 1984 came out.
I was a bartender in Chicago's Humbolt park before giving up and joining the Navy for the "Space Race".  oops
I was in DEP losing 11 pounds of Track and Field mostly muscle when I saw "Top Gun" and said, "oooh, noooo".
So on the first day of bootcamp, a brother company's CC, Chief Blackwell came in and things got kinda weird.  Blackwell's Island weird.
Who's most Goth, weird.
And he said he lived on the main drag of the same neighborhood.
My favorite target during the Blizzard of '79 was a black and tan, MGB
I was the only one who could nail it when my folks were snowed in up in New England, so it was just me and my brother and sister, (baby boomers....the rant)
As Chain of Commands go, there's another rule.
By definition, I was a Lady since the 70s when Dad made DoD's bullshit equivelant of a Captain, the family is supposed to sing, HMS Pinafore.
We didn't.
In DADT Navy, there  was nothing to ask or tell....mostly.
So when my dress edge came up on the wrong side, Chief Blackwell was screaming nose to nose, trying to make me look him in the eye, KNOWING my dad outranked him by a lot.
Mason Law = If you can't outrank Daddy, good luck pushing ME around!
  Nemo me impune lacessit
Nobody messes with me without impunity.
And "mon dieu et mon droit" = My GOD and my RIGHT Grandad had a funny gesture that went along with it.
His face was so close, trying to make me meet his eyes, I crossed them!
He broke off laughing because I don't go for that kissin' cousin crap and I wasn't about to laugh my way into a intensive training punishment.