My goddamn upstairs neighbor

Fucking hell. What the fuck. Why is this guy walking with a ball and chain? He used to be vacuum-rollerskating, now he just makes the house nearly crumble with every step he takes.

The problem is that he is a very soft hearted, cartoon drawing hippie, who gets hurt very easily. The last person you want to hurt is the one living above you. Soneone you have no connection with except that you want to be bothered by him as little as possible.

He used to play movies over his subwoofer. Traincrash-movies, apparently - the apartment seemed like a warzone. I ended this by aiming my speakers at the ceiling, playing Rammstein very loud and leaving the house for a fifteen minutes. The terror then ended. Of course I had tried to talk to him, but he simply denied playing these movies or owning heavy speakers.

Quite often he’s gone for a couple of days. I notice immediately when he’s back. Jesus fuck. Buy some not-lead-cast shoes.
Unfortunately, the one thing that would annoy me more than this shit is knowing he’s up there above me thinking about how I constrain his movements. This is why I do not go up to talk to him.

He lost his love for me when we had rats in the basement, that got poisoned by the owner. My might-as-well-be-sumo-wrestling neighbor was upset about those very intelligent creatures. I was happy the staircase didn’t smell like a sewer anymore. He got very upset with my lack of compassion. Before that, we were on friendly terms. Now there are no terms, just noise.

What are you going to do about it Fixed?

Once many, many years ago, I was maybe 17 and we lived in an apartment with
seriously loud and annoying neighbors. I had just bought a state of the art
(for 1977 or so) record player. My mom just had it with the noisy neighbors and
went out and bought the entire ring cycle by Wagner and played it full blast for
3 straight days without stop. I spent those days as far away from home as I could get.
by the end of the three days, she yelled out the door (and everyone was home)
“If you keep making noise, I will play the entire ring cycle for a week, nonstop.”

and we had silence for the rest of our stay in that shitty apartment.

Kropotkin

Somehow I find these stories fascinating. For serious.

Hope you can work it out, FC.

I live on the top floor of my building, and I am extremely quiet. There’s an 80 year old woman who lives underneath me and I don’t think she even knows I exist. Fixed, if you were in America, you could ask your landlord to make him shut up and if he didn’t you could break your lease and he might owe you some damages for the cost of moving which could be a nice chunk of change. Here in the civilized part of the world, you’re entitled by law to the “peaceful enjoyment” of your rental. If a neighbor disrupts that shit you can raise hell. I’ve been on a mission to get these fucking kids on bicycles out from in front of my place lately. They moved in and in spite of there being 80 acres of grass here, and 7 lakes, and 2 tennis courts, and a kids only court and play area, and a clubhouse with billiards and a small theater and the like, they still prefer to crowd the fucking street riding on bicycles all day. I’ve informed the office and I told the kids to fuck off repeatedly, and another friend on my same street has pointed out that it would be too easy to accidentally run one of them over. Not to mention that as soon as one of them scuffs my car with a handlebar I’m going to go after the parents like it was a fucking murder.

Long story short, I"m moving. They keep lowering the rent here to keep the place full, (it’s over 800 apartments). Every time they do so the place gets shitter as more people move in who like to pass their time sitting on their porches all fucking day and walking aggressive dogs around as though it makes them tough. Look man, I’ll shoot your fucking pit bull in about 1 second if it gets in range of me and shows it’s teeth. It doesn’t make you tough to have a tough dog. It’s also a violation of the lease to have “aggressive dog breeds” here. So yeah, I’m gonna go one street over to the place that’s exactly the same but 300 more a month, and then it’ll be no dogs, no fucking kids on bikes, and instead of one mom with 8 kids at the pool it’ll be 2 girls with fake tits.

You get what you pay for.

The school district where I live is probably the best in the state, and so a lot of people will sell their houses in the ghetto and rent out here so they can put all their rugrats into the school that the taxpayers out here built. So I got little hood rat shit heads on bikes in my parking lot all day. The worst part is how it effects the good kids from the good areas who are already in that school when the bad kids who’s parents never taught them to behave start pouring into their classrooms causing disruptions and lowering the bar on everything.

Get off my lawn God damn kids!

The weak accept what noise from above as they must.

Rats suffer stress - and physiological problems - from noise. You could ask him to treat you with the same respect he would show the rats if they were still alive.

Nah, it’s a parking lot. That’s the point. I’m at the end of a cul-de-sac where 4 buildings contain about 40 aparments. They’re 3 stories, so they’re relatively close together as far as their footprints. That means that at least 40, but probably 100 or more people live within oh I dunno…an 800 or so foot radius of me. And they all turn around in this cul-de-sac all day. The intersection when you come out of the apartment has like 70k cars a day. It’s a heavily trafficked part of the city. We have gridlock every day, and multiple car pileups at least once or twice a week on about a 2 mile stretch of highway that connects to this place at an intersection with another heavily travelled road. So that being said, I dunno about you guys, but if I had kids between the age or 4, and 13…and I caught them playing in the street or in the cul-de-sac from hell just standing and playing in the middle of traffic essentially, I’d beat the shit out of them or whatever until they stopped, and did something safe. There are crazy people in here man. 800 apartments means at least one tenant has eaten one of the geese. My neighbor, a woman, brags about how she’s run over at least 9 ducks in the last year. So if she can hit those ducks like that I’m sure she could his a kid. The parents are negligent. The stick their heads out the door and look at the kids once in a while and then walk back inside. I almost ran over a bike the other day and was thinking, “Am I gonna be the guy who runs over a bike and then sends a bill to the parents with a threatening legal letter attached asking for payment for the scratched paint I recieved while running over the kid’s bike?” If it happens on accident, they’ll get that bill. I wont do it on purpose.

So thee’s the angle of, they could get run over, and the one about their bikes getting run over, and the point about all the traffic they’re mingling with, and the fact that their unattended children playing in the fucking street all day. Those are all bad things.

To top if off the place literally has 2 pools a gym all kind of shit. There’s several boat launches here that lead to a series of 7 lakes total. Patches of grass big enough for a football game. Everything. But they don’t wanna do any of that shit. They wanna linger behind my car while I"m backing out of the space.

I’m sorry but this thread really made be think about the frustrations I’ve been having with these people who are viloating my lease by putting the burden on me to not squish a small child who’s apparently trained to do nothing but stand bihind my car while I’m backing out. The other day I walked out and one had just pulled up and propped his bike on my car. No damage nothing bad but I was like, “hey little man, do me a favor and don’t scuff people’s cars with your handlebars”. He looked terrified. He was probably 7 or 8 years old. Then an old lady came out and said, "we’ll watch the cars if you don’t throw any more cigarette butts off your balcony. Then I said, “ma’am, I’m sorry, but 1) those aren’t mine, and 2) cigarette butts on the ground messing up your esthetic experience here is not comparable to damaging someone’s property”. She just got all wide eyed like she was gonna not say anything else stupid like that. She violating her lease, and mine by putting her chairs and a small table outside her door. She has a patio. The area outside the doors is a common area, and therefore per her lease she cannot leave articles there. Then I got some other asshole hanging up sheets to privatize hi balcony except guess what? You’re not allowed to do that. It makes the place look like a fucking slum. The buildings are all supposed to look the same…nice. Hanging sheets as sin blockers or whatever on your 3rd floor patio facing the street makes that shit look like the hood. They’ve gotta start enforcing people’s leases here or I’m gonna move.

Dogs make great companions.

PK - great story, that made me laugh. Tell me about your mother.

Reason - I have privatized my balconey in this way. My balcony does look somewhat slumlike. Its very comfortable and sunny though.

This morning the guy was playing some first person shooter over his stereo. I aimed my speakers at the ceiling and blasted Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds “Stagger Lee”. Soon enough the shooting stopped.

Sounds like he’s either following the fashion for bare floors without carpets or he is deliberately stomping not the floor to piss you off.
Have you done anything to upset him?

I have to sympathise - I suffer from other people’s noise.

You can try to move - or move him. Either scare him off or kill him
THe Rammstien idea sounds good, but the trouble is you have to hear it too!

Like!

Well yes, not mourning the rats. And there may be more things. But he’s been like this since I live here, and he claims he gets noise from all directions. But then he denies making noise himself.

This is why I opted for different music today. The method does seem to work. I prefer it to having to go up and talk to him about it again, as this only adds to the discomfort of being extremely aware of my neighbors, and being acutely aware that they are aware of me. Moreno’s suggestion is very good and I would like to see the look on his face if I proposed this, but I don’t want to deal with his emotions.

He’s very emotional.

Understandably, it’s necessary to periodically run very fast from one end of the apartment to the other, and then back. Possibly he is keeping a herd of buffalo as well.

If that was my neighborhood Reasonable I’d be yelling at people on a daily basis.

Makes me damn glad I was raised in a house and live in one. We have had annoying neighbors but, nothing constant. I don’t see how you guys manage sanely.

Kris, I was raised in a house. But, it was in a place where you could hear gunshots all the time, and anything left outside was sure to be stolen, and the stuff inside would get stolen once a year.

I’d rather live in the best part of town in a small apartment than have a house in the ghetto.

Well a main reason we moved out here was a similar type of neighborhood. We decided to sell all and our fledgling business for the sake of our boy. Is it not amazing how you can become numb to gunshots?
The day came when I heard a shot, and went normally to pick our kid up at school. Upon arrival there was the average 6 cop cars. The kicker was an ambulance. We woke from normality and moved within 3 months. But, we do miss a few neighbors.