A double whammy...
My old place was weird. On one side lived an old Korean war vet named Joe. Now, on the floor level of the building was a restaurant, so my roomate and I were there a lot of the time. So was Joe. He'd grab the bottles of ketchup and guzzle the red goo back. He'd lick his finger and dip it into the ashtray, and then proceed to eat the ashes. He'd randomly shit himself, or all over the restroom. Back at the apartment, he'd blast big band music and scream at his budgies - all day, every day.

One night I was trying to sleep when I heard a loud bang, and then heard Joe yelling and moaning for nearly an hour. My roomate kept banging on the wall and telling him to shut up. This went on for nearly 8 hours. The next day I find out that he had been changing a lightbulb and fell off his chair and couldn't get up. He died a week later.

On the other side of lived a weird old lady who was off her rocker. One morning I was about to walk out the door when I see a note with $5 taped to it. The note was addressed to 'David' and said something to the tune of 'I love you'. I had forgot about it for a few days before I noticed that at least twice a week a note with varying denominations attached were appearing under my door. A while later my roomate finds out that the crazy lady thought my roomate was this mythical 'David', and was in love with him.
( Hosehead, Thu 1 Sep 2005, 3:24, Reply)