Won't You Be My Neighbor

The Baddass and I live in the coolest place ever. No seriously, it is the coolest place to live in the city. There are so many awesome aspects to our home that I'm not even going to discuss it in this post. But the one negative thing about our abode is our neighbor. Technically we have 3 the way our condos are arranged. We never hear two of them, but the other... that's a different story.

He's one of those people that is loud, he has a loud voice. But he also makes a habit of yelling obscenities. Usually its just random curse words (the f one is his favorite). But every once in a while it gets out of hand.

The neighbor on his other side has told us stories about how loud he can get and one time he came over to tell him to be quiet and a knife was pulled out. We can testify to the facts of this story, but it wouldn't surprise us.

Tonight he was being louder than we've heard yet. We think something might have broken, but he f-in hates someone, we're just not sure if its his cat, the other neighbors, a ghost, or a figment of his imagination. He proceeds to yell for several minutes. Then we hear a pounding on metal outside. We paused what we were doing, looked at each other, then thoughts of cars pop into our heads and we run to door window to make sure he's not beating up our car. He's not. But we're still curious as to what the heck he's doing.

So in Rear Window style we turn off all the lights, go to our bonus space upstairs, climb on the chairs, and look out the window. He has gone into the trash area with a broom and was beating at something. He then went back to his condo. The cat has escaped and is sitting in the middle of the parking lot watching us watch him. Then he proceeds to drag something out of his condo. We can't see it, but we hear it. Whatever he is dragging he doesn't take it to the trash can. He goes back to the trash can area and closes the metal door that encloses the trash cans and then pounds on the door. Then he walks back to his condo mumbling something, obscenties probably.

Thus ends the mysterious behavior. He's quieter now, he's only yelled his favorite word once since the metal banging. Hmmm... crazy behavior. And not the funny crazy, but the I-wonder-where-we-can-stay-tonight-if-this-keeps-up.

Oh well, I guess its just part of living in Midtown.