So me and my roomate are sitting on the couch, playing Gamecube. Volume is respectable, subwoofer is almost completely off. Someone knocks at our door. It's 1:30 a.m.
I open the door and SURPRISE! it's courtesy patrol again! Not the same ass-fuck from before, but courtesy patrol nonetheless. Guess what? Noise complaint!
I look at him confused, and blurt out a, "Really?"
"Yeah," he says. "Just turn it down a little... I could hear the music outside."
I agree, and he politely fucks off. This guy is MUCH more reasonable than the last courtesy patrolman, but WHAT THE HELL?
Prior to today, the only complaints we had gotten were for people talking loudly on the patio. But now, apparently I can't have the TV on during the night... the only fucking time that I'm awake. In response to last week's fiasco, me and my roomate wrote a letter to our upstairs neighbor apologizing, and explaining my awkward schedule. I also put my phone number on there to call if we irritated him again, and inquired as to whether anything we did INSIDE the apartment has kept him up.
Last night, my roomate discovered a leak in the storage area of our apartment, out on the patio. Our upstairs neighbor's water heater broke, draining onto all of my old toys, books, and whatever else I had in there. My roomate went upstairs to tell our neighbor, and he was quite kind... he brought up the noise complaint and said that NOTHING we had ever done inside the apartment had woken him in the past.
That was sort of a green light - stay the fuck off the patio, and we don't have to be evicted when our second (and final) noise complaint drifts in.
But obviously we were wrong. Obviously I can't do ONE GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING THING in my aparment past 10 p.m. At this rate, there is no way we'll be able to last the rest of our lease. I can't so much as shit loudly without some goddamn patrolman knocking on my goddamn door. On top of this, my neighbor's water-heater incident has destroyed most of my old childhood things... I dread opening the box labeled "yearbooks."
FUCKING BULLSHIT. I lived here for 2 goddamn years (albeit in a different apartment, same complex) without one noise complaint. When we get evicted (and it definitely will happen... I don't know if the patrolman will report tonight to the apartment office or not, but there's no way in hell this won't happen again), I think it's time to look into renting a house.
It's not comfortable here anymore.