Bad Neighbors

I am growing to hate one of our neighbors.  It was so quiet when we move in.  Then this spring the single Mom's Baby Daddy aka BD moved in.  He has a job, he takes her son to school some days.  He takes care of their little boy.  But he has noisy friends, and he comes home at 3:00 in the morning.

Sometimes he carpools.  His ride comes roaring, literally, in to the front of their apartment, honks the horn and yells for him.  Really, they don't have a cell phone to say they are there?  Like no one heard them arriving from a mile away.  We are talking about a really loud souped up varoom varoom.  On weekends Baby Daddy seems to party. 

Last night was the worst.  At 10:30 P.M. the honking and yelling began.  BD came running down and they took off.  At 2:45 I awoke to a loud car coming onto our street.  The car lights hit our bedroom window and it roared into a parking spot.  Since I am awake, I made a bathroom run.  The bathroom window looks at BD's apartment across the parking lot.  Four men are at the door, no lights are on.  OK he has forgotten his key again.  I have seen him crawl through the window in the daytime.  Back to bed I go.  I then worry maybe they are breaking in and it isn't BD.  I get back up and go look out the window again.  Lights are on and single mom is talking to them.  I go back to bed and go to sleep.

Sleep didn't last long,  Another car arrives with bright lights, loud motor, and doors slamming.  The party continues.  I go back to sleep finally, and then the damn cars leave.  I am awake again.  I think finally I can get a little sleep.  Wrong.

At 5:30 the idiots across the street set off their car alarm and upset all the dogs in the neighborhood.  And Marty, he slept through all of this.