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usually people leave me alone when i wave a gun in their face... XDDDDD or take a sledgehammer to their door followed by a "if you dont shut up, this is going to be your face" of course, thats usually in my imagination. However in all seriousness, landlords will typically evict someone if they keep causing problems for other tenants.

In my last apartment, my neighbors were potheads who had their band. Of course they practiced really late when I had to get up for work at 3 AM. Even the night guy at the local gas station thought it was terrible, and he should know.
Eventually I got a friend to go with me. I did my best big boy knock on the door. When they answered, I explained to them that I had to get up at 3 AM every single work day, and then we shared awkward glances at their weed and beer. (I hate college towns.) They were cool about it for a month or so. Then I got moved.

I've tried speaking to them, both alone, with my partner (who has also tried speaking to them alone), even with a couple friends.

The first few times we talked to them, they were nice about it and did quiet down mostly, at least for the rest of the night. Now they just regard us with distain and annoyance, as if we're someone else's parents constantly showing up to ruin their fun.

The problem is that they're naive, arrogant, spoiled children who like playing grown-up on Mummy and Daddy's tab. I've dealt with all kinds of people, with all kinds of screwed up on all kinds of things, and I know from experience that Drunken Self-Entitled University Student is one of the worst. They're right up there with Violent Acid Trippers Who Won't Keep Their Clothes On.

You know, I automatically dismissed this as being naive and ovely idealistic.

But I'm an adventurous man. I'll try anything once.

So after ai got off the computer...erm...mobile telephone, I dressed in a black suit. White startched shirt. Black tie. Black shoes. Black cufflinks. All v. conservative. I even spent a few moment trying to tame myncrazy hair. And then, armed with with one of my nicer prints of my English Standard Version of the Bible, as well as a cheap copy of the NT that someone on the street gave me years ago. We have loads of Bibles, so I figured I'd offer the little gross oramge-coloured NT to them on the offchance they wanted it.

Dressedd and armed as such, I knocked on their door and when one of the tenents opened, I gave him the cheesiest smile I could muster and asked "Have you heard the great news about Jesus Christ?!?" I was expecting to have the door slammed in my face, but the guy just started laughing and asked if I wanted to come in for a beer, and I accepted.

It actually turned into a good, civil conversation about his flat's blatant disrespect for his neighbours. He actually aplogised, and told me that his flat had sort of turned into the "party house" for all their friends, and that he himself was actually starting to get annoyed with it. I've been in exactly the same situation, so I gave him some advice on how to handle it. I also gave. Him permission to pretend to hate me, and start describing my partner and me as "the old cooks downstairs who will call the police if it gets to loud." That way he doesn't have to be the bad guy in his own home, and I have no problem being his bad guy scapegoat.

Long story short, he aplogised profusely and promised to try to keep things more under control, and practically begged me to call the police if it ever got to that point again.

We didn't talk about Christ, but I left that ugly NT on his table when I left, so who knows, right?

Thank you, Randsom3d. Despite the fact that I originally treated following your advice as a joke, it could have very well solved my problem in its own way. So, thanks, haha.

God definitely works in mysterious ways. smile

I know how you feel. The kids across the street have left trash in my truck, I woke up one night to find someone sitting on my truck, egged our cars 10x, left drug stuff in our front lawn, scaried my mom by walking through our yard in the middle of the night. They even dug up a dead cat and left it on someone's porch. What fixed it was a cop telling them that we can legally shoot them for trespassing and that nothing would happen to us, instead the cop will arrest them. If only you had a gun.

I'm pretty sure we don't have that law here, lol.

The only gun I have is antique and non-functional.

18th Century, French. I think it belonged to one of my ancestors during the Revolution. That's all I really know. I'm not much of a weapons guy. I mean, I think epsecially antique weapons are really neat, I just don't know anything about them. Maybe one day when I have the time, I'll sit down and try to learn more about them. Add it to the ever-growing list of things I'll do "when I have the time."