I didn’t finish my post yesterday. What I was going on to say, is basically, I want these two men out of mine and my fiance’s home. But of course, when is it ever that simple? They won’t go. My fiancé and I have spent the day trying to get rid of them in every which way possible. Hasn’t worked. I’m done with trying to pussy foot around this time for fear of the repercussion. I hope they raid our home and get these men out. If I am arrested in the process, then so be it. This

It’s all so familiar. The tiny, plastic baggies strewn everywhere. The wads of cash stuffed in every available hidey hole. The relentless, irritating ring of their burner phones- volume as loud as it will go. Our front door opening and closing every other minute. The dealers nonchalant attitude; arrogantly demanding drinks, being ordered to help find the stash they’ve forgotten the location of. Endless insinuating remarks suggesting we’ve stolen drugs or money, which are lost