I hate teenagers. Even when I was a teenager, I hated them. They respect nothing and act with complete disregard for other people. Given my hate of teenagers, I of course was cursed with the "privilege" of living below three or four recent high school grads. On July first, they started moving in above me. My anger started when I saw how they were dressed - low class "bros" - and my anger only increased when I saw how young they were. Their faces gave it away, but it was confirmed with the 2008 high school tassels hanging from the rear view mirrors of their cars.
Again, July first was their first day here and they moved, loudly at that, until 3 am. Music could be heard July second and third as well from about 1 to 3 am. On July second, they felt the need to park in our assigned spot and I called them out on it five minutes later. They moved their car, however, since then they had parked in whatever other spots they felt like storing their cars in. It's frustrating because it displaces the people who are assigned these spots.
July fourth through thirteenth, my girlfriend and I were in Michigan. We had our worries about our neighbors because we wouldn't be able to call them out on any infraction while we were away. On the thirteenth, we arrived to find cigarette butts and a half smoked cigar on our walkway, and music playing at 1 am past when we fell asleep. On the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth, we received more gifts of cigarette butts, loud music at 1-3am, clothing hanging on the banister, as well as their guests parking wherever they felt like. I delivered the cigarette butts to the managers office, and found out there were numerous complaints about them already, and they were working on evicting them.
Last night takes the cake. At 1 AM, they were robbed in their house at gunpoint. Some trivial high school rivalry exploded into a home invasion. We were pissed, because from what we were told by one of their friends, one of the residents did "something shady" to one of the armed robbers, so armed robbery was the course of action taken for vengeance. I talked to police as soon as they arrived and ranted to them about the shittiness of my neighbors. The police were there for almost 3 hours before they left.
This morning, I woke up to a channel 4 news truck parking across from my building. I got dressed figuring they might want to talk to me because we were the downstairs neighbors. About 5 min of them trying to talk to the remaining guy upstairs, they came down, informed me there was an eviction notice on their door upstairs, and interviewed me. 5 hours later, channel 13 came by and interviewed me as well.
The lesson with this is, if you are 18, don't play "My first apartment" in expensive apartment complexes. As well as don't do shit to people who will home invasion you.
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