1:30 AM, banging something around. Pots and pans? Pitching a tent and dropping the metal poles? It doesn’t matter. Of course you know what happened. WAIL!
1:30 AM, banging something around. Pots and pans? Pitching a tent and dropping the metal poles? It doesn’t matter. Of course you know what happened. WAIL!
People in your complex seem to be the rudest apartment living people ever. At my first apartment, the people next to me liked to have loud, rowdy parties. But besides that and the crying baby after we got married, and being able to hear the guy next door on the toilet, I guess we were pretty lucky.