bad neighbor

Every neighborhood has a bad guy......someone who doesn't really act like there is anybody else that matters in this world, only himself. This is my next door neighbor. This guy has an illegal buisiness in his backyard-a cabinetry,contractor, builder...human termite kind of vortex. He hires all sorts of wonderful folks to work for him-runaway felons, guys with restraining orders, his own family members ( not much different,really) just the kind of people that might make one a little edgy being just six feet from your house. This guy moved into the neighborhood about five tears after I did and the drama hasn't let up. He had a bit of a drinking problem and he and his wife got into some really nasty fights. After about six years the wife left and took the kids. Ever since the house next door has been a sort of halfway-house for all sorts of losers, down and outers needing a source of shelter and work. The buisness involves the use of power tools, sometimes on weekends, sometimes late into the night. There is no garage so work proceeds right out in the open - no buffer from the noise or the hits of the '70's blaring out of the radio. I call this guy " Dollar Bill" as this is what some of his aquaintences call him-a guy always in the pursuit of a dollar. Don't get me wrong, I work , too. I guess I just think a little differently that Dollar Bill. My way of doing buisiness involves having a shop, a buisiness license, paying taxes, not creating a vortex of noise for my neighbors to endure. I have confronted Dollar Bill on a few occasions....some times he will talk about it, other times he is indignant and downright nasty. This aspect of my life has been going on for about fifteen years.Today's talk was most discouraging and I fear that the next step is to get the police involved. I wonder what retribution Dollar Bill has in mind for people who dare to impede him in his quest for the next dollar. I guess I'll find out soon enough.