[nostatic]

So, in the past I've heard some odd sounds coming from the building next door. I'm on the 2nd floor (top) of my building on the corner, facing the street the this other building. Occasionally will hear yelling, pounding, and one night a month or two ago one of their windows broke, apparently from a radio being thrown into it. I kinda suspected that someone lived there that wasn't quite right.

At any rate, Saturday afternoon the g/f and Calvin are home with me and I'm about to pack the car to head for a gig. I hear some of the yelling, pounding, etc and look outside my front door to see if I can tell what is going on. I go back in the apartment, pick up my amp head and the plate glass window facing their building (which I'm standing 2' from) shatters. Thankfully the blinds were closed. We were all startled and I went out to try and figure out wtf was going on. There was no one around, but there was a small window in the unit next door open, and the yelling started up again. I called 911 and carefully went outside to wait for Santa Monica's finest. They showed up (2 units) and I pointed out the unit in question. They tell me to go wait in my apartment. I start cleaning up the glass and a few minutes later the cop shows up with a middle aged woman. Turns out she's from a home care agency and there is an adult autistic woman who lives in the unit with full-time supervised care. Well, evidently not supervised enough to keep her from throwing a hard plastic water bottle out the window at mine to break it. She apologized, left her card and I told her I'd give the info to my landlord for repair costs. We then packed up the car and left for the gig.

So...yesterday we just finished dinner, were watching a bit of food network right before I was about to leave for another gig. I'm on the couch and notice out of the corner of my eye that the screen door is slightly moving. I figure one of the cats might be trying to push it open so I get up. I see a 30-something woman standing outside the screen door (front door was open), and upon seeing me she walks in the apartment (!). She starts babbling about people trying to kill her, that someone was killed down on 3rd street and they are after her. At this point Calvin retreats to his room and my g/f is standing up just kind of freaked out. I ask her a few questions keeping myself between her and the rest of the apartment. Kind of an odd position as violent crime certainly does exist in the world. I ask her where she's from and she said, "3rd street," and then says that they're going to come through the windows to get her. And I'm on the 2nd floor - so at that point I say, "get the **** out of my apartment right now." She starts babbling a bit about them being after her and hesitating so I get in her face and begin moving her out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. I watch through the peep hole. She lingers for awhile on the 2nd floor landing (10 unit building, half lower, half upper), then finally goes down the stairs. I go out a few minutes later and she's nowhere to be found.

My building is one building away from a supermarket and other businesses, so if she really was in danger she was 100 yards away from a populated public spot. I figure she was just nuts - plenty of that in Santa Moinca. I also wondered if it might be the adult autistic woman from next door as it was quite a coincidence, so I emailed the caregiver. She said the description didn't fit as her client is 19 and dark haired and has people constantly there so she doesn't leave the premises.

We actually spent Saturday afternoon looking at a house to rent and hopefully we'll get it (in competition for it at this point with at least one other couple). Freaky weekend...