@daytonamisticrip That’s some creepy shit.
I mostly get along with mine. The ones in the building are fine. The girl upstairs is friendly, outgoing, kinda annoying, but I like her. She’s nice. She’s really hyper though, she reminds me of a mouse in a labyrinth. She has tattoos, super long hair and a son who was born with just one lung. You don’t smoke in her place.
The ones next door just moved in, I haven’t talked to them much, but we say hi and stuff. They gave me and my roomate their old BBQ. We made steak. It rocked.
I think the guy got dumped by hid girlfriend like three days after moving in though, I never see him anymore, even though he confirmed that he was the new next door tenant. Someone told me that he got dumped anyways, and now this dumb looking bodybuilder guy lives with her. Everytime he looks at me it looks like he wants to slash my throat.
The fourth tenant has been there for ages. She’s afraid of bats, works the night shift and always looks depressed. She got her ass kicked by a cat once. Despite the amount of time she’s been there, she’s not very social, and neither am I. We get along fine.
The people next door are Muslims, with accents, and they’re super social and friendly. They’re constantly waving at me at six in the morn when I leave, big grins on their mouth. They always invite me to BBQ’s and parties. They’re awesome, although half the time I can’t understand what they say because of the accent. They tell me the same about my accent.
The other next doors, I have no idea who they are, seriously. I think they’re a coupla old rich yuppies who go to bed at seven in the evening and consider church picnic parties as ’‘getting wild’’, but I’m not sure. They probably think I’m a heathen goth freak who conspires with Muslims and drug dealers, but eh. They got a nicer house than everyone on the block, so right there I got pwnd served.