In case you haven’t heard of Speaker Boy by reading of him on some previous posts on my blog, here’s a sample:
This dude pulls in at different times at night and does what you see/hear in the video above. This video was taken by me from my bedroom window two stories above where this car is sitting. I do not care about his privacy enough to hide his plate because….well…he obviously doesn’t give any fucks about his neighbors.
So that’s a summary and he has also been out there during the day as well, one particular day it was late afternoon. He spent an hour and a half messing with those speakers and the volume was up and down for that period of time. It’s enough to send a neuro-typical through the roof. So imagine what it does to someone with PTSD.
Ever since this shit started at the end of October, 2017 I have been trying to figure out a way to get it to stop.
Not only is this disturbance of the peace and taking away from the enjoyment of our living space, he is also breaking the noise ordinance. But the thing with that is, the cops have to hear it themselves to be able to report it. And each time we call, Speaker Boy leaves before they get here.
What’s been done so far:
-I have been taking video of this BS each time he’s out there long enough for me to get the camera and start recording from a window.
-I have posted each video that illustrates the noise onto my YouTube channel.
-I started a blog on blogger and then shared it on G+ but I have since tapered off that and lost interest knowing it’s only going out into the great vast ether to people who can do nothing about it.
-I messaged my cousin who is a cop in another township and county to see what he thought of all this. He told me to call the police station directly if I can and talk to them. He said I could even drop his name if I wanted to.
-I called the police station directly and the officer who answered told me I had to call 911 while the problem was actually happening.
-We’ve been calling 911.
Speaker Boy has a talent of being out there just long enough to get us to the point of wanting to call and then either driving away again in his car or shutting down and going in before the cop can get here.
-I called the courthouse to see if anything can be done through the county and was told that I needed to get things done through the township I’m in.
-So with the videos I started posting them to Twitter and tagging the police department. The superintendent/chief of the police department is the one who man’s the twitter page and he wrote in response to my tweet to DM him. So I did. This was the Friday before the Superbowl and our team was in it so… Even if that wasn’t the case, there are certain parts of this township that the police are probably pretty busy in on the weekend. (That’s all I’ll say about that.)
The chief did say he’d have someone call me though if I gave him my number. So I did. I never got a call. Given the weekend that it was, I didn’t expect one. I have not been expecting much from the police at all quite frankly so I have not been trying all that hard. Just getting video and tagging the police as often as I’ve had the guts to. (I used to live in a town where the cops weren’t as nice as the cops seem to be in this town. I lived next door to a couple who left their dog outside 24/7 and she would bark at anything that moved or that made a sound. And so she barked a lot. At night. I was sleep deprived. One day, after having called 911 in that town too, a cop came by and while we were talking outside, he threatened to site me for calling all the time for what appeared to him to be nothing. That was fucked up and ever since then I’ve been leery of calling or having any form of communication with cops, for noise disturbances, because the noise tends to go away when the people who need to hear it to do anything about it, by the time they show up. That cop that wanted to cite me for all those complaint calls, ended up being there long enough to finally hear the dog start to bark again but it was still some time before anything was really done.)
-The other day, I filled out a form I found on the township website under the category of “Public Health.” The form was specifically for writing in complaints about barking dogs and noise disturbances. I chose “Noise Disturbance” from a drop down menu and typed into the allotted spaces my information: My name, address, phone number and email. In the provided area, I wrote out what has been going on. In fact, I used a skill I learned in DBT, which was helpful for outlining the problem and then the question about what to do about it.
The response I got from that, in the form of an email, was telling me that I needed to do some of the things I’ve already done. Like contact police by calling 911 during the disturbance. And then she provided the direct line to the police station.
I wrote her back telling her, I’d already done what she suggested and went on to tell her my other creative ideas. I also told her of my frustration, that the township would even offer such a form to fill out to complain about some asshole, only to send me in the directions I’ve already been pursuing. (I’m paraphrasing btw. I did not swear or call anyone names. I was in fact quite civil, but did want her to know that I felt frustrated by this nightly disturbance going on for so long and not getting a solution or the help from the township I’d hoped for.)
-Last night a cop showed up out back, after Speaker Boy had already taken off, as usual. Little did I know B had called 911 while I was in my bedroom video-ing Speaker Boy and his pounding, banging bass.
I just happened to be passing by my window in my bedroom when I saw the police car pull up and then the officer get out. Since it was 60 degrees yesterday, my window was wide open, so I shouted down, “You just missed him. I have video though.”
His response to that was, “I don’t need video,” and that started off a whole conversation. Me at my second floor window and he in the driveway below. I explained to him what the noise sounds like as best I could and that although the music is loud and something to complain about in itself, the bigger issue is that banging sound. I told him how the guy sits out there just long enough to wake someone up (depending on what time he does this, because the times are different every night) or give cause to call in a complaint, and then he’s gone before any officer can get here. I also let the officer know that I am concerned about Speaker Boy’s behavior escalating (meaning the noise becoming louder and him doing it for longer periods) if he knows someone around here is calling the police. I could see him nod in acknowledgement.
He asked if I knew who the owner is. I told him no, and that I’d attempted to find out in the past. He asked if there was an office in the building. I said no, it’s just the apartments. He even was open to taking the plate number of the Volvo that this obnoxious noise comes from.
The officer told me he was going to look into who owns the place just before our conversation ended. I regretfully did not get the officer’s name though. Ugh. Kicking myself for that one.
-Today, I went out for a hoagie and when I got back, one of the other tenants from Speaker Boy’s building pulled up in front of me to park. As I was getting out of the car, so did he. So I took the opportunity to start a conversation and asked him if he could hear the noise too.
Yep! It just so happens that the guy I spoke to, lives on the third floor and his apartment faces ours, only their a floor up.
He also told me that Speaker Boy lives in the basement. Quite appropriate for a troll isn’t it?
While this man and I were talking about Speaker Boy, he came out the front door carrying a pallet of tools. He walked around to the back of the building and I could hear a car start and drive away. This was so weird as this guy is usually gone all day every day. It’s like he’s omniscient. The one day I finally decide to talk to someone, and even had a chance to do so, about SB’s behavior, and he just happens to run home for something. That, on top of his disappearances just before a cop pulls up…well, it’s just a bit weird.
The man and I swapped phone numbers in the end and once back inside his apartment, he sent me me the name of the real estate company that owns the building! OK! Slowly getting somewhere. I’m so glad I put my apprehension of talking to someone I don’t know aside and talked to this guy. He was very nice and also is not happy about the racket either.
I called the real estate company and of course the person who answered was not the person to take complaints so I was transferred to the voice mail of the person I would need to speak to. And of course (again) she was not in. I left a very detailed and articulate message. I also gave my name and phone number twice…once at the beginning and then at the end of my message.
I will call again tomorrow if I don’t receive a call back by mid day. I also have their address now too. If I can’t reach this person by phone, I will visit their office.
One thing though, I am taken aback, flabbergasted and confused as to why this man, who gave me all this information about the company he writes his rent check to…Why has he not called in to complain? This has been going on since the end of October.
One of the texts I sent him back in response to his, was asking if he’d be OK with calling also. More voices make more of an impact. He said he would. I think he may wait to hear the outcome I get though. I was thinking about asking him to come with me to the RE office if I can’t get anywhere by phone or with the police. But first I’ll give the company a chance to get back to me.
I will continue to take video and tag the police department, (preparing to do that at some point tonight) even though the traffic on the road out front of our building (the back of theirs) tends to minimize Speaker Boy’s noise, especially when it rains. And it’s raining tonight.
I’m not getting too excited though. I’m sure it’s a long road before this shit stops. But I will continue to do what I can to get it stopped.