My upstairs neighbor and her boyfriend engage in loud, long, uninhibited intimacy several nights a week usually between the hours of 1 and 3 am. Below them, trying to sleep in solitude, is me, feeling positively fantastic on hearing their band-pass filtered thumps, shouts and moans. This morning I thought I’d remind them that sound travels both ways. At 7 am they got to enjoy the rhythmic clanking and thudding of my dumbbells over the unrelenting drone of My Bloody Valentine…for a good hour and a half.
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Do unto others… (or Apartment living)
