Which I do and was happy with my communal living right up until the day K-Fed Wanna Be moved in next door.... Loud music, raunchy sounds, late night escapades in the parking lot were just some of the joys he brought to the neighborhood. I put up with his antics for about three months until the lack of sleep finally caused me to break. So if you can't beat them, join them and I began my own version of "Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better". Every time he played some rap song that has more curse words than a sailor on a 6 month sea tour; I played ABBA/WHAM/The Go-Go's... He had "relations" with his girlfriend-du-jour; I banged my chair against the wall and yell "oh spank me big daddy" through a megaphone. He'd smoke pot on his patio and I'd call the cops....right after leaving a bag of cat-nip on his front door mat. (Which really pissed my cats off because that was their dime bag of fun I was throwing away.) He'd have a late night party, I played old Pat Roberts religious videos at 6 am the next day (with the TV volume on high and right next to his wall). A few days ago my land lord asked me what I had done. Apparently K-Fed Wanna Be is breaking his lease because the "crazy b*tch" next door was "cramping his style".
Welcome to MY neighborhood :-)