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Enjoy the show. You know, and I used to live in a charming area of a major city where the streets were lined with quaint old buildings.

It seemed safer to walk in this area at night compared to some other neighborhoods.

My only problem was that I didn't exactly have the money to afford one of the nicer places nearby, so I lived in an apartment building

with six units, and my apartment was on the ground floor. My upstairs neighbor had a dog that would

bark at everything. I was told she was triggered by the sounds of children screaming,

which occurred often as we lived between a park and a kindergarten school.

I'll never forgive myself for not confronting that asshole neighbor

about his inability to properly care for that poor dog.

The apartment building was old, so it needed maintenance all the time.

The owners were a family who lived in Chinatown,

and when sending their grandfather as a handyman to try and fix everything with cock,

didn't work, they eventually called professionals,

though never when it was convenient for the tenants,

only when the building was at risk of being structurally damaged.

At the time, I was working a night job as a custodian for a government facility.

It was fine, the pay was great, and the workload wasn't too much, but the disrespect was

something that I couldn't stand. I eventually quit, and when that happened, I was still living

there, and thus sleeping in late. I usually wasn't up until about 11 a.m. This would become

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