apartment life

I remember aprtment life. There were always noisy neighbors, and the weird thing was, even though you felt you knew a lot about them because you could hear their conversations through the ceilings, you never felt at ease enough with them to actually engage them in converstion. There was always just a polite acknowledgment when you passed in public.

Here's a blog about an odd downstairs neighbor. And the weird way an English teacher in Florida got involved.

There was an older man who lived beneath me in California. He lived with a teen aged girl who I assumed to be his granddaughter. She would slip out of the window at night and hang with the homies on the street corners. I swear at one point she was dealing crack through the window. I was going to complain, but every time I went down there, there was always some shady looking dudes hanging out. I figured it wasn't a good idea to start trouble with guys wearing red bandanas.

Ever have any odd apartment neighbors?