Last night at a little past midnight I woke up to the sound of the police pounding on the apartment door of my upstairs neighbor. To fill you in on some details, this guy is a selfish brat with literally, the mental maturity of a 5 year old.
After about 5 minutes of knocking, I hear the door open and a whiny, high-pitched voice ask, "What seems to be the problem officers?"
Apparently, the guy's roommate/boyfriend had gotten locked out (you can hear constant bickering coming from above through the not so-well insulated floorboards) after they had gotten in a fight and had called the police, telling them that the neighbor was drunk and suicidal. The guy, of course denied everything and the argument between him and the police continued for a good half hour with officers running up and down the stairs. Must have been a slow night in the slums / bus station.
Soon, the apartment hunt begins.
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