Friday, June 11, 2010

World Cup Begins, Does This Mean I Get Less Sleep

We've lived in the same apartment for a couple years now. It's not a big apartment and hopefully we'll get a house someday soon and leave this Godforsaken place behind. Today we're going to talk about the cursed apartment next door. There have been a total of four groups of people that have lived in that apartment right next door. A quick profile on each, and we'll get to the point of today:

1) When we moved in there was a gay recovering addict who was bland but didn't bother us much... that is until he fell off the wagon. Once that happened, he began dealing meth out of his apartment which attracted the worst sort of folks stopping by unannounced, and increased the amount music bumping at all hours of the night by 100 fold. They'd wake up at 5am just to throw on some house music. He was eventually evicted.

2) A gay couple moved from upstairs to fill the vacancy in this apartment (they could no longer afford the bigger apartment upstairs, so they moved into the smaller one.) Mrs. B. had become the acting apartment manager and they would call and text her just about every day. They might be complaining about very random things, or bugging her just because. Ironically, their large dog would bark all day when they weren't home and into the night occasionally. In similar fashion to the first cursed tenant, one of them was also a recovering addict, but before he fell off the wagon, the couple bounced and broke their lease.

3) ANOTHER former drug user moved in next. She was a very used up middle aged woman who lived there by herself. That didn't stop her ex-husband from coming over and threatening to break the door down. Three times she called the cops and then left the apartment. It's pretty awesome talking to police at 11pm for a call that the next door neighbor makes, but then leaves before the police get to the complex. That wasn't the worst though... she would bring a guy (or guys- who knows?) in ever so often, and they would bump uglies in a very loud and disgusting way. Our walls are not thick, so we could hear her from our bedroom clear as day. I'm literally getting chills thinking about this disgusting practice. She left with no notice. Like Kaiser Soze, she was gone.

4) The current tenants are a young Mexican couple (shockingly, it's a man and woman and they are not recovering addicts... to my knowledge.) The worst aspect of them is that they are not 21 so they have all their goddamn friends over every Friday and Saturday night. I'm ok with some partying, but sometimes I have shit to wake up for on the weekends. Mrs. B. is a very light sleeper, so this does not help her at all.

This morning, instead of being woken up by my alarm clock, I was woken up by the neighbors partying. Yes, partying at 6am on a Friday morning. I didn't have my wits about me yet, so I couldn't figure out what they were so damn excited about. Then I heard one of them say "Wake up! Olay, Olay, Olay, Olay... O-Lay, O-Lay!" Shit. The World Cup is starting, and the horrible scheduling put Mexico's first game at 6:25 am in the Pacific Time Zone. Ugh. Like I needed more motivation to cheer against Mexico. So here's to Mexico getting bounced as early as possible, if for no other reason that to spite and quiet my neighbors. Even if it's just for a little while.

I'm playing tonight in Walnut Creek and tomorrow I'll be headed back to the Shang-ri-la that is the Peppermill in Reno. I'll be back Monday, so we'll see if I post anything. If not, Tuesday for sure.


GMoney said...

JESUS, it's about time that you two move out of Crackton! You could be the white Jefferson's even. Beans don't burn on the grill!

I lived in a quasi-shady apartment complex, too, but I never saw any junkies. Impressive.

Tony B. said...

Movin' on up!

The funny thing is, I don't actually mind the apartment complex that much- this one apartment unit is cursed. Damn you #3!!!