Oh, you have no idea how I fucking wish that were the truth. I live at what I call the corner of State and Main in a HIGHLY urbanized suburban area. I have NO privacy and it's so fucking noisy I can't keep my windows open at night.one must consider this is coming from a lady that lives in the country and always has some potions brewing in a pot over a fire.
See, I'm in a situation where I'm seriously considering that to get out of this neighborhood and move to another part of the country my husband and I might have to abandon our house, I can't get too worked up. You have to have been really fucked in the ass by real estate to get as jaded as I am over shit like this (besides, I'd take one druggie over a church full of fucking Jehovah's Witnesses who completely block up the street three times a week).Gotta disagree here (shocking, I know!). A) I've spent maybe 27 minutes total on all this, so there's that. B) So you obviously don't believe that property value is affected by anything outside your own actual property?! So let's say I'm trying to sell my house and a prospective buyer comes by and sees jagoff doing a drug deal. That's not my business?! That doesn't affect me?!
I bought a house 20 years ago. Now my neighbors, who have improved/renovated houses, are incapable of selling said houses for $15,000 more than my property was listed for back when I bought it. Real estate is a gamble, just like any other speculative investment. Hense my philosohy, real estate and reproduction are both highly over-rated.
Seriously, you don't need to worry about this. What KX250 said is what will happen. Mom will croak, then druggie will come into inheritance and it will all go up his nose, into his arm or whatever. Odds are, he'll sell the house and use the money to move somewhere cheaper and more convenient to his drugs of choice and party his brains out on the proceeds.
If he keeps the house, he might OD. Worst comes to worst, you'll have to wait until he runs out of money and the house is either foreclosed on or goes up for sheriff's sale because he doesn't have enough neurons firing to remember to pay his bills and taxes.
Look, you said he's a halfway decent guy sober, wait until you next see him engaged in this activity, and take a picture of it. Then go tell him to keep his personal business out of public eye as you hand him the photo. Really want to be effective? Get a couple of the neighbors to go over with you as you convey the message.
If it really burns your ass, get over the whole "I don't squeal" thing. That shit only flies when it's people you've made a committment to, people you have some responsibility to. You made no promises to this man, you owe him no loyalties.