why do I live here?

As I write this, there is some kind of thing going on outside my door.
I just heard a loud crash from the other apartment (the bad one...) followed
by yelling. Then I heard some activity at the bottom of the steps (it is
so damn frustrating to locate the source of sounds in this building!) and
I went over to the door. Some guy was knocking over there, and waiting patiently
for like, 10 fucking minutes. "Do you guys need any emergency services in there?
can you guys hear me?" he says at last. He waits another 10 seconds before going
downstairs.

The rest of it is still unfolding, and it is not pretty. It involves drugs and
a penis pump, and a children's book with sexual overtones.

I hate this place.