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led astray

January 2013

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led astray

to my landlord

  (This is being sent to someone else to edit for quality and for the addition of sentiments of other housemates.)

The downstairs neighbor has been complaining to us about the niose perodically since the summer.  I believe he has spoken to three of the four of us since the initial confrontation which was a time when we were all present.  Ever since that first encounter, we have taken steps to make less noise in the specific areas he addressed with us, which at the time was the closing of the front door, mainly in the morning.  The doors, both the screen and the wood, are loud as a rule, and not because we slam them or use force.  The apartment has wood floors and not much insulation.  That said, we do have area rugs on the floor in the living room and dining room.  The more recent complaints have been sounds of "furniture moving".  The only furniture that gets moved on a regular basis are wooden chairs in the kitchen and the dining room.  The heavier furniture mostly has not been moved, and have felt padding on the bottoms anyway.  I know that I personally have even been going so far as to pick up the chairs and place them as soundlessly as possible when I need to sit in them.  This evening, after Tammi recieced your email, she purchased moleskin for the bottoms of the chairs.  If this effort still does not meet with his satisfaction, then I deem him unreasonable and must question whether he has ever lived beneath anyone before in his life.  We are not loud people in general.  I spend the most time in the apartment, as I am a student.  I feel I have been considerate to him, as I wait untill around 11AM to do chores I know will be loud, such as loading and unloading the dishwasher and vaccuming. I stopped wearing a pair of slippers that has flax seed in the soles for fear that they make too much noise when I walk.   We even ask our guests to be careful to shut the door quietly and keep thier voices down.  I don't know how much more we can do.  I feel persecuted for not being a church mouse.  I don't appreciate being put into a position where I am wary of every sound every person in the apartment is making because Neal might get upset, and I don't like feeling like I have to defend my living habits, which are, I daresay, conservative.  Other of the inhabitants have been so upset about the whole matter that it has brought them to tears and nail-biting.  We are going to do what we can, but I cannot justify tiptoeing.  Of course we're not moving furniture at 2AM and 5AM.


It looks like a reasonable letter to me as-is...
I swear if this cocksucker costs you this place I'm going to give him the loudest encounter of his fucking life.