So I had the entire building to myself after the senile old lady next door was ushered off to a nursing home a week in.
All is well. The building next to mine is full, but two rooms are for storage and the bottom two are occupied by a well mannered gay man and a guy that keeps to himself.
Then the rednecks move in. At first they seem to be alright people. My kind of people. Little conversation from time to time but they stay out of the way. I met the female of the relationship and her son. Since we don't use my girlfriend's car, we move it down to one of the unmarked spaces at the very end of the parking lot. You know. Common courtesy.
Then the boyfriend comes back and they all get settled in, and every morning I wake up to stoned and drunk assholes laid out on my stoop, beer cans in the yard, cigarette butts in my planter. Cars everywhere. Every single space taken up by their people. Some in the yard.
That's ridiculous. It gets personal when the girl starts adopting animals and then deciding she doesn't want them and simply releases them into the yard. After abandoning two bunnies she gets a cat. I find it starving in the yard one morning.
Some friends of theirs move in above me. Assholes #2. I don't like them. He constantly parks in my reserved space even after I politely asked him not to. It's ridiculous that I even had to mention it. Even if this is your first apartment, don't part in spots that are clearly labeled for other apartments
. Basic common courtesy. We're provided a washroom. Asshole routinely puts a load in the washer and then just forgets it until the next morning. Next time they will be piled on the dirty ground, soaking wet. He also contributes to the massive gatherings at my back door.
Well, Assholes #1 get evicted while boyfriend is off shore. Apparently she's been laying up with half a dozen guys while he's gone. He comes back, throws a fit, they break up but decide to live together (ain't that a horrible idea?), puts down some rules, apologizes to me for any crap that goes on and says he's gonna make sure things stay quiet. That's cool.
I had a ton of laundry to do Sunday, so I put a load into the machine the landlord provides and I go to my moms for lunch and put a load in her wash as well and run some errands. Go back the rents, grab clothes, go to grocery store and pick up some staples, and then head home.
No one is outside. But there are cigarette butts in my planter and every single space is taken up and a few cars are in the yard.
I hear what sounds like a prison made VHS tattoo gun whirring above my head.
So I call the landlord yesterday. Tell em about it.
"Oh, we spoke to them on Friday and they assured us that there would be no problems."
Yeah? Well the problems I just described to you happened Sunday. Not trying to cause trouble, I just want my parking space and I'd like it if the place wasn't trashed.
"Well, who is it? The ones above you, or the ones above and adjacent?"
"I'm really sorry. When you moved in we knew it was a quiet place. We'll have them gone as soon as possible."
Well alright then. I was calling and asking them to simply make sure that they show some fucking restraint. But an eviction will be awesome. Even more so if both jerkwads are kicked out.