One broken bong. Very used. The glass bowl bit smashed in front of the bins.
One smashed mirror, again in front of our bins (this is when I started taking photos to bloody complain).
One steroid vial, used, found in the carpark by another neighbour.
I know that you don't have to be able to see blood for it to be there.
I know they got the letter as I heard both units residents going ape shit (lots of "fuckins" were spoken loudly) the night they got it. The have all been as quiet as a mouse since. There has been no more drug paraphernalia had to be picked up by me or anyone. Piece has descended darlings.
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