Unruly Neighbor

Truth is...  Chicago can be an interesting place to live.  When you move into a place, a new home, apartment or box, you never know who'll be your neighbor.  I mean you never go around a new abode and check out the people who live around you... 

At 1856, we had some good times and rarely got into any trouble.  Music and singing on the back deck till the wee hours was a common occurrence over there.  I think Henry only told us to keep it down a couple times...  if at all.  The Ropers rarely if ever complained about noise.  So far, in 2007, one of our neighbors has yelled at us twice!  Twice.

Two weekends ago he came out of his back door and asked us to keep it down.  It was 11:30 and the party of four was winding down anyhow.  No big deal.  Then, the douche come over on Sunday night and yells at us while several of us in our building are next door honoring our fallen soldiers for Memorial Day.  Of course the Boss replied telling the guy to call the cops if he was so upset.  The cops never came...

Here is my thing...  When you live in Chicago, in a big city, these are things you have to deal with or move to the Burbs!  I doubt we're much louder than the 25-50 sirens that go blaring by on Montrose each day and night.  We're not nearly as the annoying Pugs which are outside barking next door at all hours.  However, for this guy, we are someone and something to confront.  It's obvious he's a confrontationist (is that a word?).  Or in other words an anal retentive douchebag prick!

Did I mention he went to Michigan?  Or so I can gather from the tremendous amount of Michigan garb he dons day to day.

So far said neighbor has earned the name the Garbage Nazi, for 1 telling us we had rats in our garbage area and 2 tell us he picked up garbage along Hermitage avenue one afternoon to see how long it lasted before more garbage showed up.  He is also known as Johnny Grass Seed after he planted grass in early April and would water it each and every night crouched down as if he was talking to it and saying, "Grow little grass seeds.  Grow!"

Anyway...  I wanted to document these interactions for future reference!

Comments

[The Boss]

The problem with said neighbor is that I'm afraid he's going to go postal and blow me off my deck by about mid-June. Mark my words, this man will attempt to wound us at some point. I also think I saw a BB gun in his window. How badly does that hurt at close range?!?!