I love this apartment building. It's super fucking quiet, which is just what I like, especially considering the last place we (Melodie and I) lived in was right next to Highland Ave. If it wasn't the constant traffic noise, or the Hollywood Bowl crowds, it was the homeless getting into fights or jerking off next to our apartment window. And then there were the neighbors there. Fucking 19 year old stoners, no jobs, parents paid for everything, and like 10 people living in one apartment. They wouldn't use the doors. They'd climb in and out of their window, and leave the gate leading to our porch wide open, and eventually broke it, so any homeless guy could come in and either sleep on our porch or jerk off. Not cool.

So now we live adjacent to Hancock Park, but still in Hollywood. We get the best of both worlds. The quiet, tranquil peace of the ultra-rich Hancock Park, but the rent prices of Hollywood. Win win.

And the people in this building are like ghosts. You hardly see them, never hear them. Perfect. The only problem are the white trash that live in the house next to our building. Our windows look out onto their house and driveway. Every morning, without fail around 7am, this fucking turd of a 14 year old kid screams at the top of his lungs, "Come on, MOM!!! We're gonna be late!!!" Follows the mother, "Shut your fucking mouth!"

These people, from what I've gathered, operate a hot dog cart outside the Target on LaBrea/Santa Monica. I've also gathered that, with the exception of the youngest, a 5 year old girl, they are all in fact assholes. They constantly scream at each other, swearing all the time, especially the 14 year old. The parents beat their kids, they leave empty milk jugs and soda cans all over the place, and I'm guessing their hygiene is lax. They also have a cute little kitten, but I hate cats.

I'm really at a loss about what to do with this morning situation. I want to say something, because it's insanely rude to be screaming at 7 in the morning, but at the same time, I can see it's not going to do any good. In fact, all that will come out of it is another beating for the kids. Despite the fact that the kids are assholes (except the smallest) I don't want to be the cause of a beating.

Still, I guess I'd take them over Highland Ave. As kinky as it is to be doing it while a homeless guy watches and jerks off, I'm afraid that's a little too much kink for me.