The drug dealers are back and they are attracting a parade of addicted misfits. Mother's Day was a demented circus, a steady stream of drug addled humans teetering in the parking lot, terrifying everyone. The neighbors have been complaining to me over the fence, There's a woman living in the car! She was nodding off at 5AM! Yesterday when we came out with the dogs at 4:45AM, my husband was looking up at the Mars and Saturn. The dealer hidden in his car thought we were looking at him and he jumped out to identify himself. It's creepy and unsettling. We are all rattled. Every day we don't know what we're going to see when we pull into the shared parking lot. The daily zombie apocalypse. As long as the landlords get their rent money, they do not care.