I have lived in my apartment now for close to three years. The building consists of two stories and only 21 apartments total so it’s not a big complex by any means. The walls are rather thin, but unless someone is blaring something then you still can’t hear them. Up until about 2 months ago, I had lived next to this couple who were in their forties and they were nice people. Never once did I hear their TV, or their radio, or them talking, or anything. And we had an understanding that during times of LSU or Saints’ football games… they were cool with my TV being up rather loud.

Well when they moved out, #16 was empty up until about two weeks ago. I noticed a young couple (probably very early twenties) moving in next door. I thought nothing of it even though they are the epitome of white trash. First couple days went by and I could hear their radio rather loud every day. What made it worse was that it seemed like the same song over and over again. So one night I politely went next door and asked if they could turn it down some. Not off, just down. They obliged.

The next night it happened again, so I tapped lightly on the wall. Nothing. I knocked a bit harder on the wall. Still nothing. Did it a third time and pretty loudly, and finally the volume was toned a bit. But as the days continued, I began to realize that I knew when they got home from the moment they went to sleep or left. I can hear their TV straight through my wall constantly, even if mine is on. Heaven forbid I want to sit in silence and read a book, because there would be no silence in my own apartment with an occupant of one.

I called the landlord and he proceeded to tell me he kind of anticipated this happening when he rented to them because they were young and also had a party mentality about them. He told them many times that there are older people here and you can’t be loud. He also assured me that he would call them the next day and tell them there have been multiple complaints from multiple tenants and they need to keep it down. Since last Friday I have heard music at 2:30 AM, the TV every single day, a young boy jumping from high up to the floor for 35 minutes, the slamming of their front door EVERY single time they open it, and also their lovely greetings to each other of “what the f*ck are you doing?” and “Shut the f*ck up, I’ll do what I want.”

Another call has been placed to the landlord and operation “get rid of the white trash” is in full swing. You can take your slicked back ponytail little girl and shove it on out the door. Your boyfriend? He can take his jean shorts that go down to his ankles and his everyday oversized white t-shirt (a 4XL when he probably weighs 150 pounds) and he can mosey on back to whatever mudhole he crawled out of. I wish you both a long lifetime of alcohol, spousal abuse (from both sides), unemployment lines, and tons of babies you never expected because… “you said you pulled out.”

Salud!

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