I had neighbors that were drug addicts and had a very loud but small dog. They would go out at 8am and leave the dog howling and barking until they got back at around 6pm like 5 days a week.

They also would run out to a taxi every few hours and come back in running up the stairs taking bumps of coke of their keys as they went and you could hear them racking up lines on the kitchen parallel to mine. I would hear them shouting at each other about who’s turn it was to buy the cocaine. Blasting music loudly at all hours, and slamming their door as hard as possible on the way out every single time. They were fire doors and you needed to really pull them for this to happen.

I ended up moving in with my SO and never looked back, they even tried blaming me for furniture left in the hallway after I had moved, which was from their flat that had been broken before I moved out during one of their arguments which ended with the police getting involved. The argument ended with the short cocaine fuelled prick ripping the building door handle off while screaming “fucking pigs” at the police.

Thank god I don’t have to live in that shitty place anymore. And if your reading this Jamie and Sarah, fuck you both.