Before Orbit passed away he and I, as you know, enjoyed our early mornings together. The whole world was quiet, except for the occasional snoring seeping from the bedroom as my wife slept away.
A couple of months ago we got a new neighbor, who moved into the then-vacant apartment just below ours. This guy apparently has a quality sound system, and almost daily we can pretty much tell what he's watching with his fabulous, over-the-top, surround sound, larger than life, obnoxiously low end-heavy, nearly-shake-the-walls, feel the beat through my ass in the chair whatever the hell kind of system it is.
I was up a little earlier than usual this morning, getting out of bed by 4:15. I woke off and on around one-ish, and could hear the noise from the bedroom, and when I came out to the living room just after four I held myself back from trudging out the door and downstairs to pound on his door.
I read with my earplugs in, and even now as I write this, whatever the hell he's got on is boom boom booming right up through the floor.
When he first moved in we got off on the wrong foot when he approached our door at night (our light was off, mind you) more than once to offer opened and cut into baked goods and candy, asking, in exchange for my wife's phone # (says he wanted decorating advice) and help with painting, etc.
I got a little short with him the second time he came knocking, and he went to the rental office and turned it into a federal case against us.
Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration, but he tried to start trouble, and it's been a little awkward since then. I'm extremely laid back, but I finally spoke to those in charge about the noise, and though a letter is supposed to be sent out nothing has been done yet.
After quietly tolerating several months of this I think I'm about ready to make another move. Maybe a little further south and west. Hell, we've always wanted to live out towards Asheville. We'll see.