get these nets
Veteran
in the daa-aa-aa-aark, girl in the dark
See.....This is some hoe shyt and I would hope your neighbors give you that same energy when you try to sleep at night.I would have stopped reading it at the first sentence and got to stomping.
This is an apartment. You can't have it your way. This is how it is. I can't help they were cheap and used wooden floors instead of reinforcing it.
See.....This is some hoe shyt and I would hope your neighbors give you that same energy when you try to sleep at night.
nikka be in that bytch stomping louder than Kirk Franklin and the Nu Nation
sheeetttt time to moveMy crackhead neighbors would threaten you with a gun and ask you what you were gonna do about it

*sucks teeth*You heavy foot nikkas gon learn
But nah I just knocked on my neighbors door and tell them face to face. This note leaving is some p*ssy shyt.
They had a toddler that WOULD NOT STOP RUNNING. I told em listen. 10am to 10pm the lil muhfukka can run around as he pleased. Past 10 I don't want to hear shyt.
No issues since it's like 8 of them in a one bedroom they don't want any issues with management. Plus I'm cool with Grandma so she made sure lil breh stopped stomping on my fukking head at 2am
.been Gucci since.
maaaan that only worked because you @Actually6Foot3
i can tell this apartment wasn't in harlemLast time I lived under someone in an apartment, I had a noise issue. I dont think I ever left a note though because I was scared of who lived in the apartment.
It was a couple, and not even one week after they had moved in, I could hear them fighting. After one got done beating on the other (you could hear the screaming and crying), 30 minutes or so later, you would hear the mattress squeaking and the loud moaning. I was perplexed.
This went on for months; they truly seemed crazy to me, always fighting then fukking. Sometimes I'd hear the one crying while the abuser walked around singing gospel very loudly; he was very heavy-footed and his voice would echo all over the apartment.
One day they came out of the apartment, and I saw it was actually two men...who I thought had been a woman screaming all that time was really a man - very petite and cute. The other man was quite large and slovenly. I looked at him and was wondering why these two were a couple in the first place. Lookswise, they didn't seem equally yoked at all, but I digress.
One day, I saw the smaller one land past my patio railing. He had jumped off the second floor patio upstairs to get away from his boyfriend. Early morning, afternoon or nighttime, they didn't care - they kept the antics going.
There was no way in hell I was going to confront these folks, and even if I did, I would not have known what to say. I figured, if the big one would regularly swing on his own boyfriend/ lover, there is no telling what he would do to a woman he didn't know.

I would have stopped reading it at the first sentence and got to stomping.
This is an apartment. You can't have it your way. This is how it is. I can't help they were cheap and used wooden floors instead of reinforcing it.
