Now. Before you get all up in my face about "Who knows why he killed himself?" and "Pit bulls ARE dangerous!" or whatever, you should be aware that I don't give a shit. The people in this man's building sound like complete assholes. I know. I once was that asshole. My sister adopted a pit bull, and I was all "What the fuck?" and "They can snap at any minute, you know," and "I guess you don't ever want to see my kids because they are NOT coming around that dog." (Keep in mind that not only did I not have kids, I did not have a boyfriend. Yes, I was a total asshole.)
I know that certain types of dogs have been bred to fight. I also believe that each dog is different and you can't judge a dog by its breed alone any more than you can judge a person by his or her color. And this man was clearly having a hard time, and who knows why anyone offs themselves in the end, but it certainly sounds like his neighbors and the building management are guilty of bullying. And dog racism. The last thing a struggling person needs to feel is ostracized, for any reason. Be kind to people. All people. Even total losers like this guy's neighbors. I guess. And be kind to dogs. All dogs. Even pit bulls.
As for my Sissy's dog Blackjack, well, he died a year or so ago, but not before my elder son got to know and love him for the teddy bear that he was:
RIP, Blackjack. And you too, Rocco and Nick.