Our hero lives Apt C (apartment CC was not available). Above him, the new nefarious nemesis of neighbouring negativity lives in Apt B. I probably have not mentioned that his buddy lives above him in Apt A. This has not been noteworthy as I have no quarrel with Apt A. It has been only an indirect problem as they have thrown mutual parties and generally just spur each other on.
Well. The dude in Apt A has left. The "chaos bloc" has been neutralized.
I met the new tenants in Apt A last night. A young woman and her beau. Within minutes, they asked me, unsolicited, if I could hear our man in Apt B. I felt vindicated. Though undoubtedly we suffer different experiences (due to the setup of the building), we are both suffering.
And so, though said umbrage, we have forged solidarity. In hushed tones, I encouraged my new compadre to fully voice any concerns to the office HQ. Later, I wrote out a manifesto on some paper. We agreed that upon greeting one another in the parking lot, we would make a gesture that basically shows our united front and also interrogates the other on how things are going.
Basically, we are in a gang.
And it is a hoot. Our own secret symbols and everything!
I don't know how much longer we'll have our friend in Apt B, but he is going down.
2 comments:
Woohoo! Suffering with someone is always preferable to suffering alone.
Of course not suffering is the best option!
(And you're welcome for the diabetes donation. It's for a wonderful cause, and anything we can do to help. If I wasn't pregnant and fat and miserable I'd be out there trying to raise money myself.)
Vive la Revolution!
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