Satis-fuckin-Faction

The basement dweller next door, otherwise known as ‘Speaker Boy’ has left the area…I do believe.

It took three months approximately from the time I finally found the phone number to the real estate agency that owns the building next door. And that was not for the lack of trying. I could not, for the life of me, find the info on who owned that building.

As fate would have it, one of the tenants, J, was getting out of his car when I pulled up to park in back of him. The properties are next door to each other. My building’s back is on the same street as that building’s front. So generally, I park my car behind J’s car.

Anyhow, we got to talking about the fuckwad I named Speaker Boy and J gave me the number to the RE agency that owns the building. So even though Speaker Boy had been disturbing the peace since the end of October, it wasn’t til February that I had a contact number to start the complaint ball rolling.

I had spoken to the woman in charge of complaints (TWICC…I’ll just call her that for simplicity) via phone at first. It was then that I became aware that I was the first one to speak up, even though I know for a fact that I was not the only one he was bothering.

The noise nuisance he impinged upon our previously peaceful living situation, started at the end of October 2017 as I stated above.

I first tried to talk to him and became immediately regretful of that, because he was quite difficult, arrogant and obviously had no concern for the fact that he was disturbing others’ peace. Quite frankly he’s a dick.

We put up with shit like this:

And this:

And this too:

And there were many other times and nights.
Even after the complaints started he didn’t stop.

I don’t know if he is a sociopath, stupid or both. I’m not sure what made him think he had the right to come live here and behave that way. There are children in the building.  And many nights he’d sit right by the windows of the apartment on the first floor in which these children reside.

Makes me shake my head that the parents never complained. I would’ve been on the phone the first night.  He would sit in his car, speakers at concert level volume and in addition he had set them up to bang so loud it sounded more like hammering than it did bass that was supposed to be music.

My correspondence with TWICC turned into texting after the phone calls and then emails.
She’d sent me her email address when I texted to ask her if I could email her links to some of the videos on my channel on youtube that illustrated this noise from hell.

So if the videos I’ve posted here, don’t convince you that he made life a living hell here from October 2017 to just a couple days ago, then there are plenty of other videos on the channel. Just click the user name under a video, which takes you to the home page of the channel. For some reason it says there are not videos on the channel, but when you click on the tab that says, “Videos” the videos all come up. So have at it and enjoy. There are some peaceful snow and rain videos there too.

When I heard him yelling outside on Monday, at first I was pissed and disturbed. I thought, “Jesus Christ, this fucker is a parasite that just won’t go away.” I knew that the landlord had been working to get his ass out of there, because of different times I’d emailed her to complain some more and let her know Speaker Boy was still being a douche.

She couldn’t give me details, but let me know they were working on it and that evicting someone takes quite a bit of time. (Because of all the legal red tape they needed to go through.) < My addition in parentheses. TWICC didn’t say that.

From some research I’ve done, it is apparently difficult to get someone who’s under lease out of a rental property, particularly on noise, mostly because it’s so subjective. I am pretty sure the videos I sent TWICC helped to eliminate that subjectivity. There’s no question his noise was obnoxious, illegal and disturbing.

Eventually, one day, I noticed some cops in the parking lot next door. I happened to see one of them talking to one of the residents…the resident who’d actually shouted out her window to Speaker Boy one night to “TURN IT DOWN.”  That was at least a month and a half ago.

I remember that evening she’d shouted out to him. It was a Sunday. His response to her, “I am.” Just like a little boy, responding to mommy about something he doesn’t really want to stop doing.

From talking to him, this is attitude I picked up:  If what he’s doing wrong isn’t happening in the present moment, then you have no right to call him out on it. So that’s the wall I ran up against when I attempted reasoning with him and telling him the loud volume was a problem.

So fast forward back to Monday:
After I’d had the initial reaction of annoyed and disturbed by yet another scenario of Speaker Boy’s, (yelling outside loud enough for the next town to hear him, I decided, instead of calling the police, (my initial thought) that I’d record him, while he paced a small portion of the block while speaking on his cell phone, distressed, wanting his wife to ‘come home.’

I’m not usually one to be so sadistic and wallow in a little joy of someone’s distress, but it was difficult not to in this case.  He whined about how awful the last two months have been and I just wanted to shout out to him, “How dare you!!! You have made living here a living hell since October and you are complaining about the last two months. You brought it on yourself. That’s what happens when you move into a place and disturb the previous peace that was here before you arrived. You deserve everything you are going through right now.”

Before I turned the camera on, this shit had already been going on for at least 15 minutes. A couple little snippets I heard him say:
“The lock’s have been changed” -and-
“I wasn’t inside.” (He yelled that as if he’d been accused of being inside when he wasn’t supposed to be.)

When I heard him say the former, I knew the latter would never happen again, which also meant I and others were (are) free from his inconsiderate, anti-social behavior and we have gained back some semblance of peace… At least for now. That basement apartment is not empty and likely up for rent. So you never know what you’re gonna get. Hopefully the RE agency/landlord to the building has learned to screen better.

I feel so sorry for Speaker Boy’s new neighbors. That’s the thing about anti-social people, you get rid of them, but they have to go somewhere.

So without further ado, the final act of Speaker Boy. Good riddance you piece of shit!

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21 thoughts on “Satis-fuckin-Faction

  1. I don’t have sound on my work computer so I’m going to have to watch this video later. This shit makes me laugh so hard, though. Finally!! Your persistence has paid off!! Little narcissistic prick. He’s someone else’s problem now. What really threw me off was when you said he had a wife lol …. um, how did that noise not bother her??? I would have kicked his ass when he came through the door.

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    • I know what you mean. I think she’s a bit on the submissive side. There were nights that he’d be outside tweaking those speakers and then go in and get her. She’d come out, get in the passenger seat, no matter what time it was and they’d either sit in the lot and listen full volume or take a ride.

      And at first she would also sit outside listening to a song in her own car at the end of the day but never as loud as him. I used to hear it and it bothered me a little. But tbh, she was reasonable and even started listening with her windows up. I mean who doesn’t come home with a good song on and want to finish listening to it. She was never out there that long.

      I forgot to include that one day last week, the cops showed up and toted his ass off in cuffs but then he was home that night.

      The wife had not been staying in the apartment. I think with all the shit hitting the fan on him she went back to her parents. She is really young. I’ve only seen her once but I can tell she is really young. Serves him right. I hope she never goes back to him. He kept saying, “MY wife MY wife… so possessive. Fuck that.

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        • Yes, and not worry about him pulling up with a concert in his car waking me up shaking the apartment. Also just equating his presence with the noise, even when he wasn’t around, I was constantly anticipating it and in constant tension because of it.

          He deserved any stress this put him through. Glad it was a rough two months for him. Poor baby.

          I showed the video to B when he got home that day and he laughed at a lot of what this guy was saying. I think he’s relieved too.

          I wrote in another comment, but will here too. I forgot to mention in this post that the cops showed up one day last week. There were a few cars, one unmarked, and they had parked on the street behind us. They were all right below my bedroom window.

          The officer that got out of the unmarked car put a bullet proof vest on! So there were three of four cops altogether in different cars.

          They walked to the building next door and the next thing I saw, they were walking him out with handcuffs on him. Then he was back that night.

          I had already been informed by the lady at the RE agency that it would be over by the end of May, but here we were at the beginning of June and he was still hanging around. Still living in that apartment. It must’ve been really difficult to get him out. He just would not go away.

          I wish I’d gotten to the camera earlier and caught where he’d said “The locks are changed.” Just so I could hear it again and reassure myself.

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  2. I had to come here and comment again. I was thinking about fuck boy and how happy I was for you he is gone and wondering are you sleeping any better not having to worry about him?

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    • Thank you for thinking about me. I’m still staying up late…trying to break that habit but it’s not because of him thankfully.

      I am enjoying a much more stress free environment because there is no anticipation of a speaker fuck pulling in next door obnoxiously intruding on what peace there is. I could not be more glad that he is gone.

      His family (or at least I think it was his family) was here with a U-Haul last week to clear out the apartment…because I don’t think he can be seen in this area. Which made me ecstatic…the finality of it.

      A couple weeks ago though, I saw his wife sitting in the parking lot primping herself. She was there for over an hour. Made me nervous. I walked over to the window and just happened to see her sitting there in her car. And I’m like wtf? I have no idea how long she’d been there before I saw her. It was weird. So after a while…more than an hour, she pulled away. She wasn’t playing any music though. She was quiet. It was just fucked up to see her since it was after he’d been chased away by the police.

      He was apparently difficult to get out of there. Like a cockroach, he wouldn’t go away. So it was quite satisfying to see the cops chase him away.

      Thanks again for asking. I’ve been to your blog a couple times. Made a couple comments. I hope you saw them.

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      • Yay finally relief and him being gone for good.
        How bizarre his wife was there.
        Your comments were in my spam!!!!! I approved them yesterday and now I can’t find them!!! But I just see one that isn’t in spam. I was like really wordpress wtf. Word press pisses me off.

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        • Yeah it was bizarre. I have theories but I won’t waste your time. Lol.

          I thought there might be a problem since you’ve been having issues with your account. WP is a pita. I wish there was a better place to write. I guess there’s blogspot/blogger, but I like WP dashboard a lot better. It’s just easier to navigate and nicer to look at.

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          • But i want to know the theories!!!! I didn’t even know he was married. And why was she their just sitting in the parking lot for an hour?!!!
            I tried blog spot and could not upload things easily enough so came back here. I bitch about it but won’t do anything about it because it is a platform i actually know how to use for writing and my photos. I just am not smart enough to learn something new. I like wp dashboard too.

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            • Okay well I only have one theory. lol.

              Remember the video I took of him pacing back and forth on the sidewalk outside my window, while he was on his cell, yelling much of the time at the person on the other end?

              Well I think the wife left and went back to her parents. I think speaker prick was talking to the dad of his wife. And I think the dad didn’t want his daughter to go back to speaker prick. And I also think she’d been staying with her parents for a while.

              And I think maybe he moved to a place not all that far away, in the same twp, and their old parking lot (next door here) was on her way. I’m not sure why she didn’t just put herself together at home. Perhaps she didn’t want to hear it from her father.
              When I saw her at first I thought maybe she was meeting speaker dick there so I put the video camera on to catch him in case he showed up.

              I zoomed in on her because I was being nosy and wanted to see what she was doing and from what I could see she was plucking her face. Lol…not just her eye brows but her cheeks and stuff. It was weird. Once she finished whatever else she was doing, (coz I didn’t watch and I didn’t watch the video yet either) she pulled out of the parking lot and left.

              So before all this, one Sunday night, B heard a guy outside tell someone to get in the car and then he heard a woman answer and say No. I didn’t hear this and I didn’t know this either until after 4 police officers came that Monday (one in bullet proof vest and everything) and carted speaker asshole away in handcuffs.

              So after B told me about what he’d heard the night before I theorized that this guy knew the cops were coming and didn’t want her there.

              A man, who I think is SB’s father was here another day too to pick up some stuff and the wife’s car was out there too. So obviously she isn’t banned from the place.

              So there ya go. That’s my theory along with some other back ground stuff. 🙂

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              • Oh I do remember that video. Pacing was bad. Interestinggggg. So maybe she was there to get some of her stuff? Or a secret meeting because he doesnt live far away. I don’t remember hearing about him getting arrested. I would have been jumping for joy. Bye bye SB. Weird she didn’t do her plucking at home though. That’s just plain odd

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                • Lol I know the plucking in the car was really strange. I thought maybe she was there to meet movers at first but no one else ever showed up. When she was here with SB’s dad though, yeah, that could be she was there to get some of her stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s gone back to him though.

                  I’m pretty sure I wrote about him being arrested. It was about a week before the pacing on the cell phone episode.

                  I kind of feel sorry for her. Having a husband who insists on disturbing the peace. Most people won’t speak up though so there’s a possibility he’d still be here if I wasn’t because as I’ve mentioned before, no one else complained or spoke up to management of their property until I did. I would’ve complained months before I did had I been able to find the owner.

                  Now I wish I’d asked you to help me research it. Lol. I can’t tell you how many times I googled to try to find that info. It wasn’t til I ran into another tenant that I was able to get a phone number to the RE agency that owns the property.

                  I really think my videos were key in getting that complaint to be taken seriously. Thank God for B’s camera.

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                  • Oh all those videos were great because it was evidence! Can’t dispute it!!!
                    My memory is awful lately. I am sure you posted about it but I just can’t fully remember.
                    My first thought when you posted this was I wonder if the wife has speakers too!
                    The receptionist at my doctor’s office said she was hard of hearing and couldn’t hear me very well the other day. She is only 30 and has a young child. She said it was because her last boyfriend had speakers in the car that damaged her hearing. I was so angry I thought well I hope you didn’t let your child in the car and then I thought of SB and realized he could damage peoples hearing with that. Disturbing the peace and upsetting someone with PTSD is freaking horrible and then to add to that possible hearing damage for anyone that was near or in his car. What a jerk. So glad he’s gone

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                    • Oh my gosh, yeah. I didn’t even think about that. I used to listen to loud music when I was younger and I still even turn up certain songs. But now it’s all about the bass. Remember how loud his bass was? And he had them set so that they just banged off what he had them mounted on. Sick dude. And I don’t mean sick in the way it’s meant in slang these days. I mean literally sick. Like what could be wrong with someone like that.

                      In this case, with SB, I just don’t get why he would just continue on with that volume and vibration after knowing about complaints. It’s one thing to be the type of person to do such a thing in spite of it but to also know he could get kicked out for it. He must be an arrogant dick head, is all I can think of.

                      I feel awful for the receptionist at your doc’s office. Only 30! That is way too young to start losing your hearing. What an inconsiderate ass her ex is.

                      Now that you mention that, I wonder now about SB’s wife. He would be out there fiddling with his speakers some nights (or days) and then go in and get his wife. She’d get in and they’d go for a ride. No doubt it was to get her input about the speakers or idk, maybe to show her what what he’d done….because ya know, that’s what kids do. Lol, being sarcastic there. For whatever reason he wanted her to hear it…I know he’d turn it way up because he’d put it on before he’d get out of the parking lot.

                      And thank you…I’m glad he’s gone too.

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                    • I think guys like that are advertising their narcissism. Think about how he was all ” hey look at me! Listen to my loud music! Look at me!” Why else would he have those speakers. It’s like the guys with the loud mufflers. They just want people to look at them because they are so fucking pathetic they have nothing else in life but to show off a speaker or a muffler and get someone to look their way. Yeah. Totally sick i think

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                    • Yeah, I agree with that and I’d add that they also might be actually wanting to disturb people. Loud noises are some of the most disturbing things to a person’s entire body and narcissists are famous (or would that be infamous) for enjoying other people’s pain.

                      One night the guy went out in a big ol’ huff and frantically adjusted those speakers. It looked to me like he was angry (in a rage) and coping with it by making his speakers even more obnoxious. After that night is when the speakers became that obnoxious vibrating earthquake of a noise.

                      The loud muffler crap is something else that I deal with on this road. Lots of motorcycles and lots of seriously loud motorcycles. I can’t stand it. I’ve taken to plugging my ears when they go by here. It seems that a good portion of the population around here likes their loud cars and other vehicles. It’s kind of a narcissistic area to live in.

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                    • I forgot to mention something about those videos. I forget the order of it, but the lady I told about the noise nuisance, didn’t think videos would prove much.

                      Thinking about it, she must have said it BEFORE I sent the links to them. But I’m not sure.

                      It wasn’t long after that I found out they had started working on evicting him. What I think happened is that she showed the actual owner(s) of the real estate company, and they were the ones to get the ball rolling on getting SB out of there.

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                    • And that’s exactly what I needed. It’s been a relief. There is still the occasional loud music that vibrates my brain. We live on a busy road on one one end and a residential road on the other end. (Front busy, back is residential). But it’s nothing compared to what he was doing.

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