We have a new resident at Newport Village Apartments and all I can tell you is just when things couldn’t get any odder this freak show moved in. I have met him on three separate occasions the second of which he was in the Jacuzzi flashing his Moobs in full glory and evidently needs to do laundry so—instead of swim trunks—was donning his underwear. They may have been boxer briefs at one point in time. He exited the pool area carrying his clothes with his fat rolls hanging over his black elastic band. An hour later Jay—that is his name—returned wearing a Wrigley Field T-Shirt.
“Have you been inside the friendly confines?”
“Huh?”
“Your shirt?”
“Oh, uh, this was a gift.”
“It’s one of the best tourist attractions to party at.”
“Wait, it’s a baseball field right”
Warned about Baby Huey living in the complex, no one accurately described him. His source of income is to drive his Prius to various bars in Newport Beach and Irvine and offer drunken people a ride for a small fee. He prides himself on being cheaper than a Cab. The only problem, he doesn’t have a license and apparently some bouncers are “out to get him” despite the community service he provides. You may wanna re-read that sentence. Don’t worry he is going to set a trap for them and videotape it.
Oh, but it pays better than a day job.
I won’t begin to explore the sanity of a his “fares.”
He recently tried Heroin, as Pot no longer “does anything for him.” Again, you may need to re-read that sentence so that it can sink in. In my opinion, anyone who tries Heroin expecting to be that one person who doesn’t get hooked is a moron.
The first time I encountered him he kept talking about his Daddy (who bought him the Prius) taking care of this and getting him that. I looked to my neighbor for permission. Then stated, “It must be hard being a spoiled rich kid.” He retorted, “I am not a kid. I am 22 and I am not spoiled.” Really? Then start paying your own way in life and pick up the phone and call TicketMaster yourself.
Last weekend his tires were slashed; which is a first for Newport Village. Quick to rush to judgment, Jay pointed the finger at some other residents. I am willing to guess that people are lining up to get even with him.
That’s my report of oddballs for the week.
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As deserving as this character may be in being "outed" about his antics... There is something very unnerving that you can take photos and describe intimate details about a person on the internet whenever you want. Maybe no names and no naming of the place where you live???? We all, no matter what crappy things we are doing, deserve SOME privacy! Don't we or do we?
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Well my guess is he freely posed for the pictures...kind of seems like that kind of guy! You my dear friend Alyssa are a magnet for craziness! I'm concerned for your safety LOL!
ReplyDelete@ Zen, when people requested that I include photos I one looked into the legality of it and the ethics of it. One has no right to expect privacy in a public place and the pool is a public place. Also someonee once coached me "If you would be embrassed to have your picture and behavior on the front page of the Chicago Tribune you probably shouldn't engage in said activity. And I am sort of flattered that you think that many people read my blog. It is an interesting question.
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