Kicking Myself for Not Doing this Before Yesterday: Spoke to a Lawyer

I talked to a lawyer yesterday. He’s a (sort of) friend. I know him through an old boyfriend from years ago and he had helped with something a long time ago. And then I recommended him to a friend of mine for something he’d needed a lawyer for. I recommend him every time someone mentions or asks about a lawyer.

I wish I had called him way back in October, when speaker-boy started his bullshit.

Of course I could sue, but it would take money up front apparently.  What I could’ve done from the beginning is inform my landlord (Nasty) about the noise disturbance/nuisance.   Which actually I did do.

Her response was that she had not noticed it and that if it bothers me to go talk to him.

Now I believe more than before that she is full of shit.

Because it’s in the lease that tenants have the right to peaceful enjoyment of the property, it is actually her responsibility to take care of it.  Being a landlord, I’m willing to bet she knows that. Also, she’s proven time and time again that she is a denial and deflection freak. So to pretend she didn’t notice the noise (loud ass banging noise right next to our windows?) Yeah, right!

If I’d spoken to my lawyer friend earlier, I would’ve known this and could’ve texted back to her bullshit response. “Actually, whether you notice it or not, it’s happening, and infringing on our peaceful enjoyment of the apartment that we are renting from you. Peaceful enjoyment is part of the lease that you are responsible for holding up. Having this noise nuisance next door is indeed your responsibility to have it stopped. Because of speaker-boy and his big banging noise next door, you are actually in violation of that part of the lease, more so, if you do nothing about it.”

(She could’ve sued the owner of the building. Actually the first step would be to have a lawyer send a letter to the owner/RE company office and tell them to have it stopped.)

To a knowledgeable text response from me, I’m sure she would’ve still come back with a reply that once again deflected any responsibility, but at least I would’ve gotten across that I know what the fuck the law is. In addition, by that time, we were month to month so there wasn’t and still isn’t much leverage on my (and B’s) part.

(The presence of the noise actually would give us the right to break the lease. But that would also involve a lawyer probably too.)

If speaker boy was still making as much noise as he was before, it might make sense to put that shit in writing even this far along. (But again there is a leverage problem.)  Also, at the moment, he has quieted down…to an extent. And I’m always afraid to say anything anywhere, anytime to this effect, because I tend to have that jinx cloud following me around.

So tonight when that fucker gets home, he’ll probably blast us again. I don’t doubt it will start up again at some point if he doesn’t get out.

Recap here: I was eventually able to find out the owner of the building over there, that houses that asshole, but not only did it take a while to find out who owns it, it also took awhile before speaker-dick got any type of message, through the apparent thick skull that sits atop his shoulders.

And still, it’s obviously still not quite clear to him. He still drives in and out with the noise blasting loud from his car and then turns it off. Thing is, with the shit he’s already pulled, for as long as he’s pulled it, I don’t want to hear a single fucking peep out of anything he owns that makes any kind of noise.

It’s just common courtesy anyway to turn it the fuck down before pulling into the parking lot coming home and not turning it up until you are out of the parking lot when your leaving.

I mean, what the fuck is so hard about that?

So I’m thinking I’ll be calling the RE office again or maybe I’ll email the woman (contact) about it and see if that eviction I was told about is still the plan. (I’m willing to bet it’s not.)   And let her know about the continuing loud noise since, even though it’s usually a short amount of time, as he turns off his car, it’s still long enough and loud enough to wake someone up.


So I Just Found Out

I was doing some googling after speaker fuck pulled in with his blasting crap. I called the cops first of course so I could have that shit on record. Whether there is a record of it or not if the cops don’t actually hear the noise themselves, is beyond me.

Of course he was only out there for a short time and so the cops missed him again. I mean how am I to know he will only be out there for a couple minutes or 45 minutes when he pulls in disturbing the peace?

With his track record I have every reason to believe it could be a while…long enough to effect my health. The stress of this is real.

First I googled to see how long an eviction process takes, because I got word that this is what the landlord (which is a RE agency but I’m sure someone owns that agency) of that property next door is working on. Too bad they can’t legally kick him out yesterday.

But then I googled to see if I could sue for this mother fucker’s noise and guess what!!! I CAN!!!

And the amount I can ask for is quite a bit for the state I live in.

Not sure I will do this. But it was nice to see that it’s possible. It would be a small claims thing and I would sue the RE estate agency, not the asshole who’s doing it. Because the RE agency is the one with the money. If that dude had money, he wouldn’t be living there.

So I will call a friend of mine tomorrow ( a lawyer) and see what he has to say given the details and information I have. The only thing I have to go by as far as the eviction goes, is that the woman I had been in contact with when complaining about this asshole, told me they are working on an eviction. That shit takes weeks.

So how do I know he won’t fight it? And if he does, how do I know he won’t win?

And if he wins that means he stays. And that means no eviction.   My stress levels are already through the roof.

But a nice sum of money? Well that could help to relax me.

Not only could I move but it would bring me some much needed satisfaction to win a law suit against this company that moved this fuck head in there.

Just Because I Am Keeping a Record: Speaker Boy Progress

So speaker boy no doubt, got his little letter to knock off being a dick, but instead of complying and simply deciding to be a considerate neighbor, he gave us all a big fuck you and still banged his speakers.

I took the first video (linked below) on Monday night at around 9:45 pm. Certainly late enough for the children who live in the building to be asleep.

He was also being a dick on Tuesday and then again Wednesday while the snow came down but the traffic out front was too loud for the camera mic to pick up his noise. Too bad I can’t make the camera mic be like my ears…able to hear that speaker boys crap no matter the traffic out front.

The other thing is that it’s not JUST noise that hits the ears. There are tones and vibrations. There is a certain way the sound bounces off the buildings that surround us. It’s vibration and beats and how much bass is involved. The tones and the bass doesn’t just penetrate the ear drum, it also has an effect on the nerves through the skin and my brain can directly feel it. It’s like a slight shock. It’s awful and induces anger, even to play back the video and listen through my speakers.

Today I sent the videos (linked below) to the woman I’ve been in touch with at the RE agency, about this asshole. If this doesn’t get the message across, I give the fuck up.



This is Monday night.

This one is short and right to the banging and rattling point. (February 28, 2018)

A Little More on Speaker Troll

I finally caught up with the woman who handles complaints of the properties that this RE agency owns. She was very nice and helpful.

She sent out a letter to ALL the tenants in the building over there about the noise, and that multiple people have called to complain and that the police have been informed.

The woman has not received other phone calls. It baffles me it really does. As long as this has been going on and no one opens their mouth. WTF?

I mean I understand the fear and the apprehension of it all, being a pain in the ass for complaining, being told you are making mountains out of molehills, even being attacked by the aggressor. Been there. But if someone from that building had taken a minute to call this woman at the RE agency, this would’ve been resolved a long time ago.

One day he was out there for three hours, playing with those speakers and just had a tone running the whole time. Do some research on sound and tones and see what that does to people’s brains.

This fucker is a menace. He pulls in at all different times and bangs that stereo so obnoxiously it sounds like amplified hammering. There are kids that live in that building. I don’t get it. I’d have kicked that issue in the butt immediately. There is no way this troll hasn’t woken those kids up at least a few times. I know kids sleep like rocks, but this is the kind of noise that shakes walls.

If I’d have found the owner before this, this phone call would’ve taken place months ago…back in October. I wish he’d just move.

The woman at the RE agency also told me that if it doesn’t stop, to call her again.

Not that she had to tell me that. You can bet I will…til it’s resolved.

I just can’t believe it’s this easy…once you have a freaking contact number. What is wrong with those tenants that they didn’t make some noise about this to their “landlord?”

She even told me they have it written in the lease about peace and enjoyment of the property.  UGH!!!

Oh and one more additional note here: Remember the other night, the cop who showed up too late to hear the racket, said he was gonna look into who owns the building. Well since the agency hadn’t gotten any other calls up to this point, my guess is that the cop never bothered to find out. And if he did, he obviously did nothing with the info.

Seeing a pattern here with this township’s police. I was told twice by the chief in twitter messages that I’d get a phone call from an officer. Still waiting on that too.

It’s always the assholes that get away with their shit. I’m thoroughly disgusted.

Update on Speaker Boy

In case you haven’t heard of Speaker Boy by reading of him on some previous posts on my blog, here’s a sample:

This dude pulls in at different times at night and does what you see/hear in the video above. This video was taken by me from my bedroom window two stories above where this car is sitting.  I do not care about his privacy enough to hide his plate because….well…he obviously doesn’t give any fucks about his neighbors.

So that’s a summary and he has also been out there during the day as well, one particular day it was late afternoon. He spent an hour and a half messing with those speakers and the volume was up and down for that period of time. It’s enough to send a neuro-typical through the roof. So imagine what it does to someone with PTSD.

Ever since this shit started at the end of October, 2017 I have been trying to figure out a way to get it to stop.

Not only is this disturbance of the peace and taking away from the enjoyment of our living space, he is also breaking the noise ordinance. But the thing with that is, the cops have to hear it themselves to be able to report it. And each time we call, Speaker Boy leaves before they get here.

What’s been done so far:

-I have been taking video of this BS each time he’s out there long enough for me to get the camera and start recording from a window.

-I have posted each video that illustrates the noise onto my YouTube channel.

-I started a blog on blogger and then shared it on G+ but I have since tapered off that and lost interest knowing it’s only going out into the great vast ether to people who can do nothing about it.

-I messaged my cousin who is a cop in another township and county to see what he thought of all this. He told me to call the police station directly if I can and talk to them. He said I could even drop his name if I wanted to.

-I called the police station directly and the officer who answered told me I had to call 911 while the problem was actually happening.

-We’ve been calling 911.
Speaker Boy has a talent of being out there just long enough to get us to the point of wanting to call and then either driving away again in his car or shutting down and going in before the cop can get here.

-I called the courthouse to see if anything can be done through the county and was told that I needed to get things done through the township I’m in.

-So with the videos I started posting them to Twitter and tagging the police department. The superintendent/chief of the police department is the one who man’s the twitter page and he wrote in response to my tweet to DM him. So I did. This was the Friday before the Superbowl and our team was in it so… Even if that wasn’t the case, there are certain parts of this township that the police are probably pretty busy in on the weekend. (That’s all I’ll say about that.)

The chief did say he’d have someone call me though if I gave him my number. So I did. I never got a call. Given the weekend that it was, I didn’t expect one. I have not been expecting much from the police at all quite frankly so I have not been trying all that hard. Just getting video and tagging the police as often as I’ve had the guts to.  (I used to live in a town where the cops weren’t as nice as the cops seem to be in this town. I lived next door to a couple who left their dog outside 24/7 and she would bark at anything that moved or that made a sound. And so she barked a lot. At night. I was sleep deprived. One day, after having called 911 in that town too, a cop came by and while we were talking outside, he threatened to site me for calling all the time for what appeared to him to be nothing. That was fucked up and ever since then I’ve been leery of calling or having any form of communication with cops, for noise disturbances, because the noise tends to go away when the people who need to hear it to do anything about it, by the time they show up. That cop that wanted to cite me for all those complaint calls, ended up being there long enough to finally hear the dog start to bark again but it was still some time before anything was really done.)

Continuing on:

-The other day, I filled out a form I found on the township website under the category of “Public Health.” The form was specifically for writing in complaints about barking dogs and noise disturbances.  I chose “Noise Disturbance” from a drop down menu and typed into the allotted spaces my information: My name, address, phone number and email.  In the provided area, I wrote out what has been going on. In fact, I used a skill I learned in DBT, which was helpful for outlining the problem and then the question about what to do about it.

The response I got from that, in the form of an email, was telling me that I needed to do some of the things I’ve already done. Like contact police by calling 911 during the disturbance. And then she provided the direct line to the police station.

I wrote her back telling her, I’d already done what she suggested and went on to tell her my other creative ideas. I also told her of my frustration, that the township would even offer such a form to fill out to complain about some asshole, only to send me in the directions I’ve already been pursuing. (I’m paraphrasing btw. I did not swear or call anyone names. I was in fact quite civil, but did want her to know that I felt frustrated by this nightly disturbance going on for so long and not getting a solution or the help from the township I’d hoped for.)


-Last night a cop showed up out back, after Speaker Boy had already taken off, as usual. Little did I know B had called 911 while I was in my bedroom video-ing Speaker Boy and his pounding, banging bass.

I just happened to be passing by my window in my bedroom when I saw the police car pull up and then the officer get out. Since it was 60 degrees yesterday, my window was wide open, so I shouted down, “You just missed him. I have video though.”

His response to that was, “I don’t need video,” and that started off a whole conversation. Me at my second floor window and he in the driveway below. I explained to him what the noise sounds like as best I could and that although the music is loud and something to complain about in itself, the bigger issue is that banging sound. I told him how the guy sits out there just long enough to wake someone up (depending on what time he does this, because the times are different every night) or give cause to call in a complaint, and then he’s gone before any officer can get here. I also let the officer know that I am concerned about Speaker Boy’s behavior escalating (meaning the noise becoming louder and him doing it for longer periods) if he knows someone around here is calling the police. I could see him nod in acknowledgement.

He asked if I knew who the owner is. I told him no, and that I’d attempted to find out in the past.  He asked if there was an office in the building. I said no, it’s just the apartments. He even was open to taking the plate number of the Volvo that this obnoxious noise comes from.

The officer told me he was going to look into who owns the place just before our conversation ended. I regretfully did not get the officer’s name though. Ugh. Kicking myself for that one.

-Today, I went out for a hoagie and when I got back, one of the other tenants from Speaker Boy’s building pulled up in front of me to park. As I was getting out of the car, so did he. So I took the opportunity to start a conversation and asked him if he could hear the noise too.

Yep!  It just so happens that the guy I spoke to, lives on the third floor and his apartment faces ours, only their a floor up.

He also told me that Speaker Boy lives in the basement. Quite appropriate for a troll isn’t it?

While this man and I were talking about Speaker Boy, he came out the front door carrying a pallet of tools. He walked around to the back of the building and I could hear a car start and drive away. This was so weird as this guy is usually gone all day every day. It’s like he’s omniscient. The one day I finally decide to talk to someone, and even had a chance to do so, about SB’s behavior, and he just happens to run home for something. That, on top of his disappearances just before a cop pulls up…well, it’s just a bit weird.

The man and I swapped phone numbers in the end and once back inside his apartment, he sent me me the name of the real estate company that owns the building!  OK! Slowly getting somewhere. I’m so glad I put my apprehension of talking to someone I don’t know aside and talked to this guy. He was very nice and also is not happy about the racket either.

I called the real estate company and of course the person who answered was not the person to take complaints so I was transferred to the voice mail of the person I would need to speak to. And of course (again) she was not in.   I left a very detailed and articulate message. I also gave my name and phone number twice…once at the beginning and then at the end of my message.

I will call again tomorrow if I don’t receive a call back by mid day. I also have their address now too. If I can’t reach this person by phone, I will visit their office.

One thing though, I am taken aback, flabbergasted and confused as to why this man, who gave me all this information about the company he writes his rent check to…Why has he not called in to complain? This has been going on since the end of October.

One of the texts I sent him back in response to his, was asking if he’d be OK with calling also. More voices make more of an impact. He said he would. I think he may wait to hear the outcome I get though. I was thinking about asking him to come with me to the RE office if I can’t get anywhere by phone or with the police. But first I’ll give the company a chance to get back to me.

I will continue to take video and tag the police department, (preparing to do that at some point tonight) even though the traffic on the road out front of our building (the back of theirs) tends to minimize Speaker Boy’s noise, especially when it rains. And it’s raining tonight.

I’m not getting too excited though. I’m sure it’s a long road before this shit stops. But I will continue to do what I can to get it stopped.



Noise Nuisance Neighbor

Just as I begin to adjust to this place, this happens:  I apologize for the bouncy camera work. It was a quick grab of the camera to record this noise.  The big bang sounds you hear at about the 1:05 mark, that is the bass vibrating from his speakers.

This guy is a freak about his sound system. He spent hours on perfecting the sound back in the autumn. One night last week, I saw him out there fiddling around yet again, tools strewn all over the inside of the car. (I could see from my vantage point, which is my living room window, and where he was parked that particular night. He is pretty much in the same spot he is in, in this video but I am taking this video from my bedroom window. And I just so happened to zoom in on his license plate.

Unfortunately, capturing this on a camera mic doesn’t really translate all that well. But it’s what I’ve got. I am also competing with the traffic on the road in front of my building (which is the back of his building). It’s a main road. Not a highway but pretty heavily traveled, especially at the rush hours.

I recorded again last night (this was two nights ago) and while recording, called 911 (because that’s our only option here) and when I played back the recording, I could hear his stereo in the back ground really loud. I wonder if the guy I spoke to at 911 could hear it as I spoke to him.

If the cops came, I didn’t see them. If they came, he was likely gone by the time they showed up.

I can’t seem to get away from those who display anti-social and sociopathic behavior. I’m like a fucking magnet to such horrible neighbors.

Those with super sonic ears, could you tell me what is whispered at the end of the video please?
Just after he sings the last verse (out of synch I may add) I whisper something. I think it might be: “I guess he thinks he can sing” but I want to be sure.

I also am thinking about sharing this on FB since it’s a local thing.  I’m not sure that having his license plate displayed though would be OK.

Problems in Every Place I Have Lived Since Moving Out of My Parents’ House

First place: The landlady was the even more petty than my own father. I’ll give examples but nothing can really show it unless you lived through it.

-I had to move my bedroom and sleep in a different room than I’d originally been sleeping in because her dog would whine in the room next to it. I worked second shift and liked to sleep a little later. But the dog would wake me at 7 am.

She told me that one other car aside from mine could park in the driveway when visiting, as long as it didn’t block her in.  One day while my brother was visiting, I made sure he complied with the rule (and saw that he had) but the landlady called me numerous times while he was visiting to see when he was leaving.

The one and only Christmas that I was there, she barged past me at the doorway to hang some decoration out the front window. She’d knocked unexpectedly and it wasn’t a good time for me. She refused to take no for an answer. I’m being literal, she actually PUSHED me aside to get into the apartment.

When I finally could take no more of her torment, I told a friend of mine who said there was a place available where she lived. So I let my landlord know I wanted out early of the lease but wanted to see if I could get some of the security deposit back. I kept it civil. She wanted to check with her lawyer about what the laws were, which I said fine too, but then she added for me not to pack anything until she had spoken to him.

Um wut?

The second place: The place my friend told me about. It was fine at first. Quiet, even though run down as fuck. First the neighbors across the hall moved. They were replaced by a young guy who had a girlfriend. I could hear everything from my living room to theirs. Lucky enough they were actually pretty reasonable and we ended up getting along pretty well.

The guy upstairs had a girlfriend and I could set my watch to their sex. Thump thump thump, every night at 11 pm. I was no longer on second shift and had to be at work by 8:30 am. In addition I was going to school a couple nights a week.

Then much to my disappointment, the old man in the wheel chair who lived in the apartment directly in back of min, moved out. He was the best neighbor in the whole place. Never bothered anyone.

By now, the building had also been sold to a young guy who didn’t seem to care about his tenants at all. And in place of the nice old man, a drunk moved in. And I’m talking loud, inconsiderate, no one matters but him, drunk. As I mentioned I was in school at the time and he would blare his music into the wee hours. I knocked a couple times and asked him to turn it down. He’d just get louder. He used to bang on the walls and stomp his feet on the floor.  Next door to him was a young mom with a baby.

The cops were called, I also called the landlord one night around 1 am to complain, but it never stopped. Why is that the assholes seem to come out on top in most of these situations?

Third place: The hell started immediately. The place was a friends’ place, a couple I’d been friends with for years. They needed someone to occupy their house while they cared for his mother who had dementia.

The next door neighbor there had a big dog that they left out all night every night. From the first night I became sleep deprived. It was a battle with animal control and then the cops. One cop threatened to cite me for calling to complain so much.  I asked him how much would it be because I was unemployed at the time. I was sleep deprived from the dog barking every single night and I was not doing well.  I got him into a conversation that lasted long enough for him to finally hear what I was talking about.

Some stuff changed as far as how they kept the dog outside, but they still kept it outside. The problem finally resolved itself and boy, that shit is a story in itself, so perhaps I’ll share that another time.

It was when my car got broken into that made me leave though.

For a short time I lived with B in his apartment but we moved out within months to the house we lived in up until last year. This was the best place so far, but it was not without its issues. One guy in particular who lived in back of us, got a dog and then started letting it out in his fenced in back yard when he got tired of walking her.  He would also have her out there with him when he’d have parties. He had quite a few of them at that time. One day he was having a party, B and I took off for the entire day.  I didn’t want to be there to listen to the dog all day, so B and I went for a hike and then to dinner and ended up closing the restaurant’s bar.

When we got home, all was quiet.

The next day, B’s mom (who lived next door) told B that the cops showed up at the partying neigbor’s place. Someone had called the cops. I was so grateful. I had not been the one to do it and he knew it, because he saw us leave.  Score…for once. So that problem went away. He stopped leaving her in the yard alone and didn’t let her out with him when he had parties, which he stopped having after a while.

Then the woman moved in next door, after the house had stood empty for a while. The owner had wanted to sell it but wasn’t able to, so he finally decided to rent it. The woman who moved in, would pile her trash in the trash cans so high that the lid would no longer close. Our houses were less than 10 feet away from each other. We shared a walkway on the sides of our houses.

The first she’d moved in, she put her empty boxes out on the side of the house and it was super windy so they kept blowing over to our yard. And instead of doing something different to solve the problem, she just kept moving the empty boxes back, only to have them blow back over into our yard. It was lovely.

And now where we live, the complaint has been about the nasty landlady, the narcissistic landlady who deflects her issues back to us and doesn’t like to take responsibility even for leaving our basement light on.  But now, I’d settle for that, with the dawn of a new problem with a new neighbor in the building next door.

I have dubbed him speaker boy. He is obsessed with getting the sound perfect from what I can tell. And in working to get them just right, he spends a bunch of time out there blaring his music louder than anyone would really want to hear, if it’s not their own choice of music.

One night he was out there for an hour and a half, from about 6 to 7:30 pm. Another night was about a half hour from about 10:30 pm to 11 pm.

Today he pulled in around 4:30. He would turn it up and turn it down. Turn it up and turn it down. This went on for an excruciating hour. I had already been playing some music, because I’d been cleaning. But his music overpowered mine and mine was fairly loud.

This has been going on now, sporadically, for almost a month. I never know when he’ll be out there. So the anticipation and the wait contributes to the torture as well.

The only other time I’ve heard any indication that this bothers anyone else was one Sunday when someone shouted out their window in the building next door for him to turn it down, after he’d given it a volume blast.

I can’t fucking win.