Something that would have occurred after the first couple of infractions if I had the spine of anyone else, admittedly.

It is almost March and the door is decorated as if it were a giant Christmas present, and a large tag on the present explains how nobody should knock on their door. You would think these people are made of metal, breakdancing and fucking on steel drums from midnight to 5:00 a.m. and also they are also a furniture moving company which does not possess a dolly and they have to drag everything like magnified fingernails on a chalkboard, and they detonate everything with explosive bowling balls.

Earlier last spring, someone decided to start using their power drill at like 2:00 in the morning outside. Multiply that by almost every week, and that is the neighborhood noises.

To those who know me off of Tumblr, if I mysteriously die in a horrible meth- induced beating, my landlord will know who is to blame as will police records.