Oh, for fuck's sake..

[jetpack_monkey]

There's this asshat who's been out on his balcony for the past hour ranting about which ethnic groups he dislikes, where the male homosexuals can stick it, and generally blathering bile. He's speaking so loudly that I can hear every single word distinctly through closed windows and drawn shades.

Somebody asked him to be quiet (I assume politely - I only know he was asked by his response) and he starts going off about how he pays so much this and that for this goddamn apartment every month, it's his goddamn balcony, and he can stand out there and talk shit as loud as he fuckin' likes, because he pays so much this and that for this goddamn apartment every month, it's his goddamn balcony, and he can stand out there... etc. etc. etc.

He just now went inside, but jeepers. Seems to me I pay as much as he does. I should have the right not to be intruded upon by the rantings of loudmouthed bigoted assholes after midnight (or, really, any time of the day).

Some people love to tout their rights, but they forget other people have some, too.

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[laurithrie.livejournal.com]

In our first apartment, we had a slightly crazy recent divorcee who would wake us up at dawn periodically, screaming and crying at the top of her lungs - when her garage door would not open so she couldn't go to work. But she would just go on and on about how much her life sucked. Nothing political, but a rude awakening.

Funny thing is she never did it again after I got her to adopt a very sweet cat who'd been abandoned in the building. Pets work wonders. I'm sure I'd have gone crazy many times if I didn't have my cats to talk to. :)