Should I leave this note on my rude neighbor’s door?
I know you speak English because your voice bellows from your balcony through the hurricane impact glass of the hermetically sealed sliding glass doors of our bedroom to wake us up in the middle of the night. This is after two nights in a row of being awoken from a sound sleep at 2:00 and 4:00 in the morning by the vibrations coming through the drywall from the loud, thumping music you play at all hours of the night. Someone with those hours and total lack of consideration is either a drug dealer or a stripper. I’d bet on the latter since drug dealers probably don’t walk around their tiled apartment in clackety-clack fuck-me pumps at 4:00 in the morning like you do.
