Okay, enough about masturbation already! I have a story...
I called the cops on my neighbors last night. But I don't think that makes me a bad person. We live in an apartment house amidst single-family houses. After close to two years here, we still haven't been able to figure out the deal with our neighbors to the south - one sixty-something old guy who mows his lawn in a complete stupor (the only time we see him) and a smattering of college-aged boys who seem to come and go at random. Well these boys have a penchant for the drink, and they like to have cute little college drinking parties in their backyard - which, by the way, is just outside our second story bedroom window. About once a week last summer, we could hear shouts and wild crashes into the wee hours while they pretended they were at some end-of-the-year frat house bash. One night around 4 A.M. in the middle of the week, one of the boys wandered into the yard and proceeded to try and chop firewood. Now, that's no easy task sober, but when you can hardly stand up, let alone see straight, I imagine that would account for most of the axe-on-cement sounds we heard.
Long story short, they were at it again last night. Beer pong in the backyard, screaming and banging things at 3 A.M. Not succeeding in finding their phone number online and definitely not wanting to invite a world of retribution from angry angsty under-agers, I finally called the police. It took about half an hour for them to show up, and when they did pull around back, I noticed one fellow sneak out the front door and across our dark lawn... hmmm, what does he have to hide? Didn't see any cuffs, no fist fights. The kids started cleaning up and were immediately quiet. Never even saw the cop, actually, just the car with its parking lights glowing in the alley. I guess that was a little disappointing. But I'm betting on a more peaceful summer...
Have you ever ratted someone out?
take the blue flower and kiss the sky...
I called the cops on my neighbors last night. But I don't think that makes me a bad person. We live in an apartment house amidst single-family houses. After close to two years here, we still haven't been able to figure out the deal with our neighbors to the south - one sixty-something old guy who mows his lawn in a complete stupor (the only time we see him) and a smattering of college-aged boys who seem to come and go at random. Well these boys have a penchant for the drink, and they like to have cute little college drinking parties in their backyard - which, by the way, is just outside our second story bedroom window. About once a week last summer, we could hear shouts and wild crashes into the wee hours while they pretended they were at some end-of-the-year frat house bash. One night around 4 A.M. in the middle of the week, one of the boys wandered into the yard and proceeded to try and chop firewood. Now, that's no easy task sober, but when you can hardly stand up, let alone see straight, I imagine that would account for most of the axe-on-cement sounds we heard.
Long story short, they were at it again last night. Beer pong in the backyard, screaming and banging things at 3 A.M. Not succeeding in finding their phone number online and definitely not wanting to invite a world of retribution from angry angsty under-agers, I finally called the police. It took about half an hour for them to show up, and when they did pull around back, I noticed one fellow sneak out the front door and across our dark lawn... hmmm, what does he have to hide? Didn't see any cuffs, no fist fights. The kids started cleaning up and were immediately quiet. Never even saw the cop, actually, just the car with its parking lights glowing in the alley. I guess that was a little disappointing. But I'm betting on a more peaceful summer...
Have you ever ratted someone out?
take the blue flower and kiss the sky...
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ashndust:
When ratting out frat boys the only thing to feel bad about is that you didn't do it sooner... 
corpho:
Living in NYC, it's fucking impossible to not be surrounded by at least a couple noisy neighbors. The last really awful ones we had were indeed college boys that probably weren't in a frat (they went to art school) but they might as well have been. I was constantly getting into it with those guys, and then they always managed to make it look like I was being a downer. Grrrrrrr! 