He’s been at it again, the dole sucking parasite in 13A. This time 2AM!! A horrendous racket, some “world music” made up of incoherent shrieks and wailings. I think he was burning rubbish, or doing drugs, because the stench rising up the stairs made me gag.
I almost went and asked him to be quiet. But after our altercation over his bicycle in the hallway it seemed best to just hide under my pillow.
Anyway, enough is enough! Time to draw a line in the sand and inform the police.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Frenchie almost 5 years ago
Never tempt fate with such question :) good one.