To the two dickheads who live below my girlfriend and I:
What part of “I work at 4:30 in the morning” don’t you fucking dolts understand? So many fucking times we’ve asked you to please keep it down but you just keep ignoring us for some reason…Maybe you altogether lack common courtesy and general politeness but I can no longer deal with your HORRIBLY GENERIC RAP MUSIC vibrating the paper thin walls of my attic apartment.
You’d think after the first 10 or so times we knocked on your door that you would have understood our concern; but you morons don’t seem to get it do you?
You slam every door in the building and you can’t even take your own fucking garbage to the curb! How pathetic is that!
I loathe the day you idiots moved into this building. You have caused us nothing but anxiety and headaches.
I hope someday your asses get evicted.
This article appears in Dec 13-19, 2007.
Two wrongs rarely make a right. However, in this case, if you have to work at 4:30 am and these dudes live below you perhaps that is the best time to illustrate how valuable peace and quiet is worth. I’m sure these clowns aren’t up at 3:30 am on a Tuesday. There are so many ways to PO the people who live below you I’m sure you can come up with your own original repitoire. Good Luck!
I’d say it’s time for a healthy application of Vasilene over every doorknob to their apartment, if you want to take it up a notch mix it with some dog poop.