According to my sources, Jabba the Hutt, that fat bastard who's been making my life miserable since he moved into the building over a year ago, dropped dead yesterday morning.
And my first emotion was happiness. Yep, I was glad he was dead. And then I was relieved, because at least he didn't take the building along with him. (Jabba was on oxygen and was a chain-smoker, both at the same time. He had already started one fire in his apartment because of his careless smoking.)
But mostly, I am glad that I will not have to listen to that fat bastard's TV set blaring at three o'clock in the morning anymore.
I guess that makes me a bad person.
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Don't feel bad. He put you through hell. Now just pray the next one won't be worse.
I'm in a similar boat. We found out yesterday that our neighbor is getting evicted. This neighbor was a nice-enough guy, but he piled tons of crap in his back yard: abandoned car, old hot tub, building materials. It's been an eyesore which prevented me from clearing some brush that blocked the view.
I only hope the next ones are better.
It drives me crazy when people turn their lawns into junkyards!
Don't feel bad. Good luck with the next tenants!!!
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