Does not mean have to like him. However, without even actually having had formally met him I am finding it hard not to utterly despise him.
I have lived in the same apartment for 4 years. For most of those years a nice, quiet old man lived above me. The only noise I would ever hear was him walking up the steps, his keys opening the door, some walking around the apartment, and the sweet, dulcet tones of KYW 1060 Newsradio. He moved out months ago without my even realizing it. So the apartment was newly renovated for a new tenant who they can charge much more in rent to. Less than a month ago this new tenant moved in and without his knowledge he is making me miserable. And while as I mentioned I never actually met him I feel I know enough about him to think that he is too into himself to even care about the fact.
We share some common interests. Like his love for music. His love for playing music in an ancient apartment with paper thin walls at an insane volume with frequent sing-alongs. Everything from The Misfits to David Bowie to Warren G. Right away I label him as a former frat boy turned wannabe hipster in his mid-20's. But anyway, I can't blame him for the poor sound insulation and I have had neighbors with much worse taste in music considering I had one who listen to and belt out show tunes at all hours of the night.
However, new neighbor also likes to party. Hard. And invite other equally annoying people over to his apartment to party with him. How he fits them all up there, I don't know. This is probably why they are so fond of the fire escape that is right outside my window. So now I get to hear him and his brohams and brohos drunken lameness on what feels like it is a nightly basis, though I believe they take one or two nights off a week to nurse their hangovers.
For example, last night the all congregate around 6:30PM and put on some David Bowie. I like David Bowie. But I like David Bowie's voice far more than some random brohams singing Starman at the top of their lungs. Luckily I had somewhere to go at 7:00PM. So I leave, have a nice night, and return around 12:30AM. What do I return to? Well the brohams and brohos have now moved on to 90's rap, unsuccessfully trying to keep up with Warren G, which I guess was too difficult because they moved on to the Beastie Boys. I can tell that they are already 3 quarts drunk at this point so they are now at the height of their debauchery. Great. There is loud stomping on the floor. People are walking up and down the steps to use the fire escape for who knows what since the only view you get is that of garbage cans and the side of the neighboring apartment. Drunk chicks are having loud conversations on their cell phones that consist of "I really can't talk right now because I am so drunk!" Every five minutes there is a complaint that there are too many steps to walk up, and while I fully realize that walking is a difficult task when wasted they could try to just go to one of the many bars on the block that don't require walking up four short flights of stairs or fire escapes that probably aren't very sturdy. Bottles are being throw out the window, which I guess is ok to them because that is where you put out the trash anyway. My eyes have been hurting from rolling back into my head too often. If they weren't suffering from alcohol induced double vision most of the time they might even be able to see my give them the evil eye through my bamboo blinds while they are out doing drunken fire drills. Which reminds me that I need to invest in new blinds.
Basically, it has been about 3 weeks and already it is unbearable. I know there are actions I can take, like calling the landlord, the cops, a killer for hire, etc. And soon it will probably come to that since I can't imagine that I'm the only one who can't deal with this, though I don't know how much it would even help. Confronting this dude myself I don't think would do a thing since I think he is probably way too into himself and his cool new center city party life to care.
However, I also sit back and wonder if I was ever once this annoying to others around me. Well, I know I probably was, but in public places where people all congregate to be annoying for the most part. As far as my places of residence are concerned I never really allowed such things to occur as I feel that even in my worst states I always recall being as polite as possible, all things considered. And it isn't really in my nature to be loud even in worst of states, though I'm sure I have sung along with The Misfits at least a few times in my life. I'm sure I could dig out my old Legacy of Brutality cd from some random box of my treasures from the 90's. But these people seem to enjoy being loud wasted cliches. Which just makes me loathe them so much more. Still I am trying to be patient with them, even though their grace period is pretty much up.
In summary, this has to stop before I breakdown completely and hurt a not-so-innocent broham or broho.
