I got no sleep whatsoever last night due to the bad behavior of my new neighbors. First a little background on them, they are two 20ish guys who moved in recently next door. This is their first place away from home. Subsequently, they blast music until all hours and make general asses out of themselves singing, or I should write wailing away a la “Rock Band.”
A perfect example was a brutally rendered “Dead Or Alive” several weeks ago that prompted the downstairs neighbor to have little chat with them lest he call the police. My personal favorite was a strenuously tortured rendition of Sublime’s Doin’ Time: “…got this relationship, I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit…” I find this a tad more than a little annoying, but I let it go since they tend to listen to a lot of the same music I listen to. Also, I rarely go to bed before 12:30 or 1:00 so what does it matter to me? I figured that sooner or later someone with kids would have a few words with them and as I surmised this indeed did happen. This was good because it quelled them for several weeks. Then evening fell yesterday…
When I got home from work, I saw the dumbass leave his apartment as I opened my door. This forced me to acknowledge his existence. It got worse from there. Apparently they decided to have a little party last night. They managed to keep the music and talking to a reasonable level. Then, presumably after most revelers left the gathering sometime between 1:00 and 3:00 when I began to hear loud and erratic banging sounds.
Silence fell, only to be broken by loud banging on their door around 3:45… What fresh hell is this I wonder? Oh, it’s the police. It seems they are feigning death and do not acknowledge the presence of the law. This doesn’t work, and the police begin to call the building’s super for the key so that they can discern if someone did actually die in the apartment or what. Just then, the door opens.
As it turns out, it seems that the police received two calls, a noise complaint from downstairs, and a call from within the apartment itself. Interesting. From what I gather, one of their girlfriends called in a domestic dispute. She said that her boyfriend hit her with a bat or a golf club or some other blunt object. This explains the cops exclamation, “What happened to your head?” upon opening the door. But it doesn’t end there my good readers, it gets better… After getting bludgeoned, it seems that the girl stabbed her boyfriend in the leg. Of course, each denied all of this to the police when questioned. In fact, the girl even insisted that she didn’t make the call, to which the cop responded, “Let me see your phone.” Dumbasses!
Another choice nugget was overhearing one of the cops say, “I’m not going to find any more weed in this bag am I?” as they were walking down the hallway… In the end (5AMish now), they took one person away in a squad car, and gave another some kind of citation.
Folks, it’s going to be a long day today @ the Library, and this makes me exceptionally Woeful.