"It seems so out of context, in this gaudy apartment complex.
The stranger with the door key, explaining that Im just visiting."
My Weird Gay Neighbor:
Ok, so statistically Fire fighters tend to have the highest employment rate of pyromaniacs, and arsonists in their field. Just as the field of Psychology tends to attract people with mental, emotional, and social issues.
So this guy moved into the apartment that backs up against my bedroom wall. My roommate was the first to see him, and being the pin head tough guy that he is, proceeded to warm me that hes gay as fuck. He was kissing some dude by the pool. Um..ok? So on top of being retarded, my roommate has now proven himself to be a homophobe.
The first night he moved in I had to endure him banging around furniture until about 3am. It was annoying, but I understood what its like moving into a new place and didnt sweat it. Since then things have progressively gotten more strange, and annoying. The girl in the office has told me that he is a psychologist. And she has confirmed that the guy is definitely a little freaky, and that his last apartment was disgusting after he moved out.
Saturday morning three weeks ago. Peacefully asleep. I wake up to what sounds like someone talking on the other side of the wall near my bed . Im still sort of half asleep so not quite thinking straight. As I start to gain consciousness I realize that its his voice, and that its the sound of him pleasuring himself loudly. Whoa! Ive never in my life felt so creeped out by something as benign as sound. But at that moment I had a strong urge to clean my ears out with gasoline. This has happened three times, but thankfully has not happened recently, so Im crossing my fingers for peace.
Last Wednesday I woke up at 2am to the sound of a guitar strumming. It starts getting louder and louder until I realize hes playing and singing Shes got the look by Roxette. Hes doing a great job, but its fucking 2 AM! He quits immediately after the song, and its complete silence for the rest of the night. Since then Ive been serenaded with Green Day Basket Case, some Dave Matthewsesque crap, and my favorite Wild Wild West from Escape Club. Always at random late hours, and it always pops up out of silence, and ends just as quickly.
Ive yet to see, or hear anybody else in the apartment. And Ive passed him in the parking lot a couple of times. Ive seen him angrily loading/throwing stuff into a mini van for some older woman once (possibly mother?). He also drives a convertible Chrysler Sebring, and always leaves the top down. Rain, shine, always. He definitely looks like a Psychology instructor. I need to start making recordings, because some of the noises are just way too odd to explain.
Im not quite sure who I hate worse weird neighbor guy, or my brain dead roommate.
The stranger with the door key, explaining that Im just visiting."
My Weird Gay Neighbor:
Ok, so statistically Fire fighters tend to have the highest employment rate of pyromaniacs, and arsonists in their field. Just as the field of Psychology tends to attract people with mental, emotional, and social issues.
So this guy moved into the apartment that backs up against my bedroom wall. My roommate was the first to see him, and being the pin head tough guy that he is, proceeded to warm me that hes gay as fuck. He was kissing some dude by the pool. Um..ok? So on top of being retarded, my roommate has now proven himself to be a homophobe.
The first night he moved in I had to endure him banging around furniture until about 3am. It was annoying, but I understood what its like moving into a new place and didnt sweat it. Since then things have progressively gotten more strange, and annoying. The girl in the office has told me that he is a psychologist. And she has confirmed that the guy is definitely a little freaky, and that his last apartment was disgusting after he moved out.
Saturday morning three weeks ago. Peacefully asleep. I wake up to what sounds like someone talking on the other side of the wall near my bed . Im still sort of half asleep so not quite thinking straight. As I start to gain consciousness I realize that its his voice, and that its the sound of him pleasuring himself loudly. Whoa! Ive never in my life felt so creeped out by something as benign as sound. But at that moment I had a strong urge to clean my ears out with gasoline. This has happened three times, but thankfully has not happened recently, so Im crossing my fingers for peace.
Last Wednesday I woke up at 2am to the sound of a guitar strumming. It starts getting louder and louder until I realize hes playing and singing Shes got the look by Roxette. Hes doing a great job, but its fucking 2 AM! He quits immediately after the song, and its complete silence for the rest of the night. Since then Ive been serenaded with Green Day Basket Case, some Dave Matthewsesque crap, and my favorite Wild Wild West from Escape Club. Always at random late hours, and it always pops up out of silence, and ends just as quickly.
Ive yet to see, or hear anybody else in the apartment. And Ive passed him in the parking lot a couple of times. Ive seen him angrily loading/throwing stuff into a mini van for some older woman once (possibly mother?). He also drives a convertible Chrysler Sebring, and always leaves the top down. Rain, shine, always. He definitely looks like a Psychology instructor. I need to start making recordings, because some of the noises are just way too odd to explain.
Im not quite sure who I hate worse weird neighbor guy, or my brain dead roommate.
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