i have a story for EVERYTHING. Trust.
i live with my best friends in an apartment in an old victorian house. There’s 3 apartments in total in the building and we are on the 2nd floor.
The neighbours above us are like some sexual deviants. man, you don’t even wanna hear the sorta stuff and people they bring home to do it. daaaaaaaaamn. and when they’re not doing that – they play really bad guitar music and play MUSE live DVD really live at stupid o’clock whilst having Thriller parties (dedicated to MJ) at like 2 am. stomping around. And if this wasn’t bad enough – they’re like 40+ years old. come on guys!
Whilst the neighbours below us are totally drug dealers.
i’m pretty sure they are. my friend dropped me off from the movies the other night and we couldn’t park their car because there were 7 black cabs/taxi’s parked right outside our house. people, strange people, are always going in and out the house at all hours of the day. i’m pretty sure they use the taxi system to deal it out. that’s kinda smart. i think this is gonna end up in one of my crazy paranoid maps.