For background, see my previous coverage in my article "Life goes ON? You're kidding, right?" In brief, for about a year, my life was being trashed (literally, much of the time, as in trash left all over the place) by a little local gang which had moved into the industrial office unit next to the two units which I rent for storage and privacy for my major writing work. Finally they annoyed or intimidated so many people and made such a mess everywhere that the property management thre...