I got home a little after 11:39PM last night from an especially good Cutie Eyeball’s practice, made some dinner and got to bed around 1AM. Around 3:40AM I was waken by one of my (white) neighbors yelling “Go get them n*gga’s!” over and over again in the hallway outside my apartment.
This neighbor works nights and a few times a year I’ve just tolerated his late night loud discussions, dance parties and drunken rants. Usually it’s not so bad and I can fall asleep after he quiets down but not this morning…
I laid in my warm bed till almost 4AM and just couldn’t take the yelling anymore. I got up, threw some shoes on and walked out into the hallway. I was surprised by the loaves of bread my neighbor had ripped up and thrown all over the hallway. I paused at this and stood staring in disbelief for a little while.
I walked over to my neighbors apartment banged on the door as hard as I could.
“What’s up?” My neighbor asked when you opened the door.
“You gotta be quiet. I’m trying to sleep.” I told him.
“What?” He replied.
“You’ve got to be quiet, I need to sleep.” I told him.
Suddenly, a bald dude appeared behind my neighbor. “It’s okay dude, we’ll be quiet.” He blurted out.
“No!” My neighbor yelled.
“We’ll be quiet…don’t worry.” Bald dude said again.
“If you don’t shut up I’m going to call the cops!” I said, which was something I really didn’t want to do but I thought it’d quiet them down.
“Go ahead, call the cops!” My neighbor told me.
“Okay….” I replied and went back to my apartment and called 911.
As I talked to the operator, bald dude must have calmed my neighbor down cause sometime during my conversation the noise in the hallway ceased. In the end, I asked the operator not to send the police and then tried to go back to sleep at 4:10AM.
That didn’t work, and I laid in my bed looking at the ceiling until 6:00AM when bald dude and my neighbor had some fight and bald dude stormed out of the building.
My neighbor then proceeded to sit in the hallway and ramble on about his problems to every one of my neighbors leaving the building for work this morning.
At 6:55AM I got to listen to this conversation between my neighbor and a lady who lives one floor above me:
Neighbor: You know, I’m not going to lie to you cause I don’t tell lies. I’m high on heroin, some meth and ecstasy right now.
Lady: Oh….maybe you should get some help.
Neighbor: Are you gay?
Lady: I’m sorry, what?
Neighbor: Oh, wait…you’re not gay. I’ve seen you with your cute boyfriend.
Lady: Yeah.
Neighbor: I’m gay.
Lady: Good for you.
Neighbor: I’m an artist. A beautiful painter….
Lady: Oh wow, that’s neat.
Neighbor: I don’t tell any lies. I always tell the truth.
Lady: That’s great. Listen, I’ve got to get to….
I have no idea how she escaped the conversation cause I just couldn’t take it anymore and hopped in the shower to get ready for work.
What a shitty evening, thanks neighbor!
UPDATE: I tried to give that neighbor a pamphlet for Narcotics Anonymous meeting around town last night but he just thought I was insane, just like most drug addicts I’ve known.
