Downtown, while waiting for the light so I could walk across an intersection, a deranged man was screaming obscenities and waving his arms around. "Where I come from, they wouldn't stand for this!" he yelled over and over, interspersed with every four-letter word known to man. He made me a little nervous as he was clearly looking for a fight, but apparently, that is his corner of the world. The light changed, I crossed the street, and he stayed on the sidewalk, screaming in rage at new people entering his zone.
Everyone avoided him. I'm thinking that maybe I could do a remarkable simulation of a person with Tourette's. I've had some training as an actor. Surely I can pull this off. Since nothing else works, maybe I can scare my next-door neighbor into leaving, although in her line of work, she's probably used to weirdos. She clatters about incessantly in dominatrix heels on the hardwood floors, just like her predecessor, and slams doors. Last night she had a party. There must have been two dozen people crammed into her small apartment, including the one who left a bicycle in the hall, blocking the door to the backyard and garbage cans. The malevolent odors of greasy fast food from her apartment permeate the hallway, seeping into our space. Spraying her door with Ozium hasn't helped much, although it did afford me a slight amount of momentary pleasure. Semi-automatic fire would have been considerably more satisfying.
Complaints to management have been ineffective, even though tenants are guaranteed "peaceful enjoyment of the premises" under the law.
What a crock.
We shouldn't have to be the ones to move. Where is the justice in that? So I'm thinking that if I can lurch around yelling obscenities outside her door, maybe she will fear for her life and go somewhere else. More likely, I'll be locked up in a cell with all the lowlifes and hookers who don't already live next door to me.
