lol...Thanks, Chris, for the tank compliment.
See...I've had noisy neighbors before, that were insane. I first moved to Chicago and lived in the WORST apartment you could think of. Holes in the floors, holes in the walls, the place hadnt been remodeled since like 1930 (I didnt even have kitchen counters or cabinets). The people above me were coke heads (boyfriend and girlfriend) and at all hours of the night, I'd either hear them fighting (throwing things, breaking things, screaming), having --- (wierd, crazy wildebeast sounds) or, the best part....the boyfriend had a mentally retarded brother, who stayed with them. I'd wake up at 3.30am, with the boyfriend beating the crap out of his handicapped brother (just horrible stuff).
So, one morning, at around 6am, after listening to the boyfriend beat the crap out of his handicapped brother since like 10pm, I had finally had enough. I had called the cops, repeatedly, but no one ever showed. I finally got out of bed, in my whitey tighties, grabbed an old shot gun I had (wasnt loaded)...I grew up in the sticks, what can I say?...and with my 120lb Chocolate Lab, that is police trained, we went upstairs to knock on the door.
It took me a few minutes, before they heard me but when he opened the door, I had my dog by the collar, who was snarling and ready to tear someones throat out and I had the shotgun leveled at the guys chest.
I made a few remarks, that I cant repeat here on the board and told the guy that if I ever, ever, ever heard him beating his brother or his girlfriend again, if I ever heard any loud music, that wasnt turned down after the first time I beat on the ceiling, that I was coming back and was going to let me dog go on him.
I lived in that same building for another year, with those same people living above me and never once had another problem. There were a few times that they were planning parties in their apartment and they'd even come down and let me know about them, in advance and promise to keep the noise down.
