| Comment | I lived above a junkie in my last place. They partied every day almost and were super loud and violent. He screamed up at me from below that he was gonna plug me after I dropped my telly remote at 5am and came to my door. He was a twig, I'd obliterate him in a fight, but he was a junkie and junkies are unpredictable and dangerous on that basis. I too felt suicidal and beyond done with life mostly because of the lingering presence of this rabid animal fit surely for only being put down. Now that I have moved, my random singing probably makes me the annoying neighbor. |
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