You got a bad neighbor? Or bad tenant? Or a bad landlord?
Or bad dormroom neighbor? Or a bad roommate? Or are you the bad neighbor? Or do you disagree or have
Write now right now!
When I lived in NYC I had a killer apartment,
right on central park ( upper West side ), 19 th floor of a 20 story
building with unbelievable views.. nice lobby, 24 hour door man ect, so
it was a pretty upscale place ( at least for me it was ) however we had
this one person living in the building whom I nick named the pooper. He
was in his 40's or so... and god help you if you were on the elevator
and he got in..... why because he stank and I mean god awful bad...
some times you just got the bad body odor ( like no bath for weeks I
suppose ) but usually it was...... because he took a big, nasty,
SMELLY, dump in his pants and well just walked
around with it back there..... it was sooo
bad if you were trapped in the elevator with him and some else got in
you had / wanted to signal them that this awful smell was not coming
from you ( hand signals / rolling eyes ect ). additionaly he was a
drunk and would pass out on the side walk in front of the building or
just make it to the lobby couch area and go nighty night right there....
security ect would not want to pick him up and move him to his app.
because of who would want to touch some one that smells awash in
diarrhea + he owned his place so no way to evict him or really do
anything..... I moved out.. unsure of the current status of the pooper (
cpw & 97 th )
here's my NeighBAD story (again):
My uncle used to live next door to me with his wife
and kids. However, they got divorced, and according to the agreement, the
ex-wife gets the kids most of the time and he gets them every other weekend,
so he's there in this great big house all by himself. He eventually moved
out, and although it sucked that it would be harder to see my cousins, it
was good for him because he had this tenant in the basement apartment that
never paid his rent and owed him about $5000 (and my uncle was unemployed at
the time, and still is, making it worse) which meant he no longer had to pay
for this jerk's water and electricity and stuff. Plus this tenant was a
drug dealer and a bookie. But that's not the main NeighBAD story.
A bunch of hispanic people moved into the house. (Side
note: When my grandmother, who also lives next door, talks about them, she
refers to them as "those people" with an obvious tone of disgust. I
think it's funny. I don't know if it's because they're Hispanic or if it's
something else, but that's besides the point.) They're not bad, but their
At first, it was cigarette butts. He'd sit there and
smoke, and he'd flick his butts into my yard. When my mother found them, she
filled up a whole bucket full of them and decided to yell at her boyfriend,
assuming it was him. Then she realized that there had been this huge snow
bank across my yard and that there was no way it could have been her
boyfriend, so she dumped them back over the fence.
Then, it was beer bottles. He threw a whole ton of
beer bottles over the fence. The ground was still frozen, so they smashed
all over the place. My mother picked them up and went to their house to
complain. They gave him a talking to, and that was that for a while.
Then, my sister and I are sitting at home on our
computers, minding our own business, when suddenly the house starts rattling
and we hear this horrible bass pulse. It was like "BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM"
and it went on for HOURS. I went to see what was going on, and it was the
asshole tenant again, sitting with one other guy in their driveway, drinking
beer and blaring horrible pop music with the bass cranked way up. They
stopped eventually, but by then we all had horrible migraine headaches.
But the worst thing he did was pretty damn gross. I
was at my grandmother's house, and as I walked back across my yard to go
home, I look over, and there's the guy standing in the open window with his
pants down, pissing out the window! I mean, seriously! There's young
children in the neighborhood! Plus, the bathroom is right across the hall
from where he was! Why didn't he just go across the hall and use it?! I
wanted to call the police, but my mother said no. She said she would call
them herself if we caught him doing it again.
He still occasionally throws beer cans or food scraps
into my yard, but it's been much less frequent. You can still see the piss
stains all over the wall though. They're spread out in a way that shows that
the time I caught him wasn't the first time he had done it too. Ugh.
I'm just curious how you'd do on the Geek Test. I scored exactly a 25, and
I was diagnosed with mild Asperger's Syndrome. I'm just wondering, because
you seem to have a few rather Aspie-ish tendencies, judging by your What's
Happenings and stuff. If you're interested, I could send you some good
Got a terrible neighbor? A terribler neighbor? Do you suck as a neighbor? Think
about it... write now!