I am paying for thinking it was funny loud people moved in on the other side of Violent Bi-Polar Neighbor Guy because the guy who has moved in above me is worse. I have learned fun new things though. Like, um, guys screaming in tandem is a symphonic sport. Shouting the door code to passersby in the street is just smart in Hollywood and also friendly. Yelling into your cell phone on your balcony about purchasing controlled substances at a government store is fun for the whole neighborhood. And. It is always wise to follow that up by shouting about kicking three guys’ asses in one day so bandits who enter the building to rob someone — conveniently using the door code you have been screaming into the street all day — go to the place downstairs instead of yours.
Oh. My. God. He is now shouting about jacking off.
Who talks about that in normal conversation?
Management has put Violent Faux Record Producer Guy on one side of me. Violent Bi-Polar Neighbor Guy on the other side of me. Now Security Disaster Screaming Controlled Substance Jacking Off Guy above me.
[Of all of the three guys to put above me, too, cripes, Jacking Off Guy? I can never open the glass doors again.]
They have one spot left where they can place a violent loud obnoxious unbearable tenant : Below me.
Then I will truly be enclosed in a full circle of Dante’s Hell.
[PS: If anyone from management is reading, wow, chalk another stellar pick up for you guys. Where do you pick these tenants up, outside a parole office?]