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I don't understand my neighbors.
There,
I said it.
I just don't get them.

First, the mother who does
nothing
but yell
at her "quiet as a mouse" son.

Second, the Italian models
(well, I don't know if they are models but they smoke a lot of pot, have odd hours and are very thin and pretty).
There was some confusion
of who actually
lived there,
a rotating door of random people.
And all yesterday they watched
Lord of the Rings
on the highest volume.

AND THIRD, that new older Chinese couple.
What are you cooking?!
It smells awful!
And at all times!
All times.
Stop it.
I have to
cover my nose
when I walk by
and try not to vomit in the hallway.
Cause, you know, you don't want to be
that neighbor.
Then they had a fight this morning,
I hear a pan thunk
and then silence.

Now I really need to avoid them.