My stoner neighbor got arrested last night. (I haven't had any interesting stories to post in weeks, and then I get two in one weekend!)
Anyway, the walls in my apartment building are pretty thin. The section I live in has three units with a shared enclosed porch, one upstairs and two downstairs. This neighbor and I live in the two downstairs units. So, I heard the porch door slam, then heard my neighbor's door slam, both much more loudly than usual.
A little while later, I heard the porch door slam again, then heard banging on the neighbor's door. I didn't think anything of it, until the banging started on my door. I was in the middle of changing clothes, so didn't answer right away, and when I did, there was a police officer standing out on the porch! He asked if my neighbor was in his apartment. All I could say was that I thought I had heard him come in. Then the officer told me he was waiting for backup and I should go back inside.
Finally, the neighbor opened the door and came out to talk to the cop. I could hear most of it; they were asking about a fight he'd had with his mother. So from what it sounded like, he was being arrested for domestic violence against his mom! It ended with him being taken away by the police, and he hadn’t come back by the time I left for work this morning, so I guess he can't post bail.
Yes, it was quite the wild weekend in my neighborhood.
It kind of reminds me of the people downstairs in the last apartment I lived in. They would be constantly either fighting or having sex. Loudly. I could hear them best from the bathroom, because of course there was no carpet in there to mitigate the sound. Eventually they broke up, and I was awakened one Saturday morning by the sounds of crashing outside. Evidently the woman and her son were throwing the man's furniture off their second floor balcony and laughing as it shattered on the pavement below.
I swear someday I am going to live somewhere where the neighbors don't qualify to be guests on Jerry Springer.