So, I went back over there, not to call his bluff, but because I had to give somebody back their keys that they left over at my house. I know, I'm like a glutton for punishment. I get stopped on the way by a security guard, who gives me a big speech in a heavy Jamaican accent that basically boils down to a good point: Why didn't I call the cops? I mean, I've thought about it. The guy pressed verbal assault charges against Super Dooper. I've got as much right if not more to press charges against him, and get his ass at least a petty fine.
The security guard also said something really odd. He goes, "I mean I am in 'de middle of all 'dis kay-oes (chaos. I'm not making fun of the guy, this is how he talks). I'm not a polis' force, I am not the police. You guys you come to me, but I'm not 'de polis' force." Then later, he says, "I am, you know, 'de polis' enforcement of this apartment complex."
So, I'm gonna wait.