Dear downstairs neighbors,

I'm a pretty tolerant person. I've put up with a lot in my life, having been an RA during college with the getting woken up at 3am because some idiot forgot their keys at the library which is three blocks away and open 24 hours and "didn't want to go back to get them"...oh, do I sound bitter?

It's probably because I have never had the misfortune of living around such inconsiderate people. You burn incense and blow cigarette smoke into my apartment. You have loud parties. You prop open the front door to our secure building to let your friends into these loud parties.

I'm okay with noise up to a certain point. I mean, it's weekend. This isn't like the time you had one on a Monday night when 3/4 of the building has to get up and go to work in the morning. I'm all right with it until say 10:30. Then you had best be quieting down or I will absolutely call the management on you and you will be caught (again) in violation of the quiet clause of your lease.

I'm just saying.

No love,
WD