Neighbors: The Good, The Bad, and the OH MY GOD WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM HELLO

[Prudence]

The people in the end unit of the building perpendicular to mine (their "front" door (which is on the side of the unit) overlooks my back patio) are renters. Stupid, obnoxious, trailer trash renters. Generally the complex is fairly quiet. The walls are fairly thick, so for music to be heard between units it has to be REALLY loud. The renters like to open up their door and windows and either blast music from inside or open up their car doors and blast music from their parking spot so they can sit outside on their driveway in those tacky woven-strap lawn chairs and drink their beer and holler at passing traffic. Because their taste in music is so refined that it simply MUST be shared with the rest of us, who are too stupid to realize that the sounds of birds and frogs (we're surrounded by wetlands) are far inferior to the sweet, soothing sounds of gangsta' rap.