Thursday, February 08, 2007

I've been uploading more CDs to my new MP3 player -- boring work, but rewarding. Assuming the thing doesn't break I'll consider it money well spent.

A few minutes ago some of my neighbors* from across the hall yelled taunts from the street. I couldn't make out all of it, but the word "motherfucker" was used with disturbing frequency. I think they have it in for either me or my car. Maybe both.

I have every intention of moving downtown within the next couple months. I can't take this endlessly protracted "eviction" -- not to mention the sour reek of marijauna and the omnipresent blather of television through wafer-thin walls.

* I've long since stopped keeping track of how many of them there are. As far as I can tell the place has become a flop-house for every dope-smoking, "gangsta" rap-listening loser in Independence. If posts on this blog suddenly stop it's probably because one of them shot me. (I am, of course, kidding. I think. Dear god, get me out of here.)


W.M. Bear said...

Mac -- Be very, very careful in picking a new apt. Take your time. Remember, it's not JUST location, location, location. (And don't punish yourself again, at least not in this way! -- Advice from a lifelong psychological self-flagellant.)

Anonymous said...


I have to agree with Mr. Bear. I had some problems for years not with my neighbors but with the building superintendent. I waited him out, refusing to move. He finally left and the new manager is a lot better. Maybe you should wait out the bums next door and see if your manager or landlord finally gets in some decent renters, learning from this mistake.

I don't know what your town is like, but to me "downtown" usually means problems. I'm better off in what you call "suburbs," i.e., a residential neighborhood.



Mac said...

I'm afraid this isn't a situation I can wait out. I hate the suburbs only slightly less than I hate my neighbors; there's simply nothing here to look at.