*Seriously harsh language.
How is it that psychopaths and sociopaths get away with making lives of people they don’t know so damn miserable???
The fucking jack off who lives next door pulls into the fucking parking lot next door with his music blaring and sometimes he keeps it on while he fiddles once again with the fucking speakers in his car.
Last Saturday he was out there from 5pm til about 10pm with just a tone coming through the speakers.
This bullshit started in October after living in this shit hole for a little over a year. I complained about it one day, to the asshole landlady, thinking she might care about her tenants quality of life in the apartment she rents out.
That’s the biggest un-funny joke ever.
She texted back that she hadn’t even noticed it, that she can’t do anything about it even if she had and then advised me to go talk to him if it was bothering me.
You know, fuck you Nasty! I don’t need the mommy advice. I’m a big girl who already thought of that. Duh. And in fact did that.
He did seem to calm down for some weeks, only pulling in with the music blasting, maybe listening for 5 minutes and then going inside. But it didn’t last. Even that was intrusive and disturbing but it was better than it had been and what it has/had become.
I’m not sure what it will continue as because this fuck-head is unpredictable as fuck.
At 11:03 tonight I heard and felt the blast, which let me know he was home. It continued for a little while and I think he is gone now. But who the fuck knows, he could be back.
His presence and this problem takes a lot of my energy. My mind and body are in constant anticipation for it now. It’s a really shitty way to live. He can be out there with it blasting for various amounts of time and the times are always different. I was ready to actually leave tonight when he pulled in. The plan was to go to Whole Foods but then when it continued to be ‘quiet’, I just stuck around.
One night a few weeks ago, I saw him out in his car, fucking with his speakers, after it had been fairly peaceful for a few weeks. The next day is when the super vibration started. And then he was out there again last night, readjusting yet again. (Video below.)
I have a feeling he may now be making a point to blast his shit, to get “back at” a woman in his building (which is next door to us). There was one Sunday that he was working on those fucking speakers and the music was up and down and when the volume was up, so was the bass. It shook our apartment over here.
What the actual fuck??? How is the landlord over there letting this piece of trash do this shit??? Never mind, don’t answer that. I’ve had enough landloads to know they don’t give one fuck about their tenants peace and enjoyment. I had a slumlord once who allowed a sick and loud ass alcoholic live in his building. This asshole would be up at all hours with his stereo blaring and then he’d pound on the walls and the floor…all this at 3 am. I worked and went to school when I lived there. My apt was in front of his And there was a young woman with a toddler, who lived next to him. And the scumbag landlord let this trash live there.
I swear I attract this shit. And in that situation it was kind of the same because I’d been living there for a while before that sick fuck moved in and started disturbing the peace. And same thing happened here.
Anyway, back to present day shit hole and that aforementioned Sunday… I heard a woman’s voice yell out a window to that piece of shit, “Turn it down!”
And like a punk, he whined, “I am.” Like a little boy whose mother just told him to stop doing something he still wanted to do.
The woman is in a second floor apartment over there and that apartment is right across from ours. She lives there with her child so, how do you imagine she feels when this fuck-wad pulls in at 11pm blaring music not giving one shit about anyone else.
My feeling is that he has it in for her. Because I doubt that was the only time she said something to him. She has a kid, so…
I don’t know, maybe she complained. Maybe she called the cops. But he pulls up right under her window now each night and has been parking there pretty regularly. And when he does, I’ve noticed and heard him give the volume knob one big turn (you know like, for good measure) and then turn it down and off.
I mean it could be me he’s after too. I approached and said something to him face to face one night while he was out there being a nuisance. But it was fairly peaceful. I mean I was visibly bothered by it, but I kept my cool and there was no yelling by either side.
But he knows I live here and it’s just really convenient for him because where he parks is right between the two of us women who dared speak up and call him out on his fucked up behavior.
How the fuck is it that shit always works out for the worst people on the planet?
This was last night and there’s a shit ton of traffic on our road. Yet another thing that works in his favor because if I take these videos to the cops they won’t hear his shitty music and how loud it actually is.