Alright so I moved into this place right off of Addison by the 90 and the Blue line ... Big place with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. Nice.Me, my wife and kids are all happy ... We all have more space and i've got an office. We thought evrything was good until ...WE MET THE NEIGHBORS (lol)
So we both meet Lois who lives next door. Nice elderly lady, lives in a big house right next door with her family. She asked how we liked the apartment and the area and we told her it was nice and quiet ... She said "Yeah,except for your upstairs neighbors" ... Me and my wife look puzzled and said "Really ? we haven't heard much out of them" she replied "oh you will" (lol) .... We never noticed anything that would imply that we had loud or crazy neighbors besides the random bottles of Bud Light all over the table in the backyard EVERYDAY .... Maybe, that should have been a hint ...So that very next day I wake up to loud ass yelling .... "Fuck her, she fucked it up ... You need to call her ... She fucked it up when she was back there messing with the wires ... Give me the fucken number to Comcast! ... She has it under her sons name anyway ... she can't fucken do that!" (LOL) ....
At this point, I'm fucken pissed .... I hate waking up to loud shit and especially something like that even though I kept listeneing because the shit was funny. BUT to my surprise it was coming from downstairs not upstairs. (Lucky me)so after about 5 minutes of calling Comcast adn yelling at his wife whie on hold, everything downstairs gets quiet .....THEN .... like some shit right out a comdey (Night at the Roxbury to be exact) .... I hear loud dance music from the 90's and then ... "What is love ? Baby don't hurt me ... No more" ... WOW ... I was laughing my fucken ass off ! It was unreal ... I was thinking "is this their fucken makeup music??" (LOL) .....
The next day was normal .... I head out to work and like I usually do I call my wife around 11pm (I work nights) before she puts my daughters to sleep. I asked how eveything was and she whispers in spanish "La gente que viva arriba, son locos" ("the people who live upstairs are crazy!") (LMFAO) not only did she whisper as if they were gonna hear her but she said it in spanish and the people upstairs dont speak spanish ! lol ..... so I ask what was going on and she tells me that they are throwing shit, she hears a man yelling, a woman yelling and kids yelling ! i'm like "oh shit .... " We don't know what to do .... Call the cops? ignore it ? so i tell her to chill and that can't fight ALL night .... I call back an hour later and she says that they are STILL fighting ! but now she says she heard a kids voice saying "Let her in, she's bleeding!"
I'm thinking "aw man .... what the fuck ! ..." I gotta deal with this shit ???? I don't know what to do .... Not like I can do much because i'm not there but I don't want some lady getting her ass beat,kids watching it , my wife having to hear this shit and I'm stcuk at work .... Then i just start thinking .... I've briefly seen this cat who lives upstairs before ... He looks like Jesse the Body Ventura ... Not big like him, he just looks like him ... White guy, bald, bandana, mustache, goatee ..... and purple tights ... lol ... naw, no purple tights.
so yeah people, 19 days I've been at this place & I find out that I live with loud, bud light drinking, wrestler looking, 90's dance music loving, comcast watching, wife beating ... Regular people.
lol ... yup, regular people. It's a shame but this is normal. I'm just not used to it because I've lived in a condo full of Polish married couple and me and my wife were the only hispanics living there over by Belmont and Naragansett .... Upstairs from our Jewish doctor landlord who was never home ... and also upstairs from a weird college professor lady who barely made a sound over in Logan by Fullerton and Central Park .... The right before this place we were On Wrightwood between Laramie and Cicero ... Upstairs was our landlords who were a middle aged Mexican couple that liced with their kids and downstairs from us lived the ladys sister and her husband ... On occasion ( I guess they had a sytem downstairs) the kids from upstairs would go down and blast Reaggaeton music and radio rap music .... Once I heard one of the kids rapping over a Jeezy instrumental ... lol
so, I've been lucky until now .... Bud Light, Comcast, 90's dance music & a Wife beater
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