When I lived in an apartment my upstairs neighbor would play FPS games at 2 am with volume levels approaching the volume levels of actual combat. It was so loud that he couldn’t hear me banging on his door until I was almost kicking the door in.
Twice. The second time I told him I’m going to register a complaint with the apartment complex, and let the police deal with knocking on his door. He didn’t say much, he was drunk and stoned out of his mind. But I had a toddler, and had to be at work at 4 am, so his 2 am shenanigans seriously impacted me, and my patience was gone after the second offense. Thankfully there was never a 3rd.
When I lived in an apartment my upstairs neighbor would play FPS games at 2 am with volume levels approaching the volume levels of actual combat. It was so loud that he couldn’t hear me banging on his door until I was almost kicking the door in.
How many times did you have to go up there, and what’d he say?
Twice. The second time I told him I’m going to register a complaint with the apartment complex, and let the police deal with knocking on his door. He didn’t say much, he was drunk and stoned out of his mind. But I had a toddler, and had to be at work at 4 am, so his 2 am shenanigans seriously impacted me, and my patience was gone after the second offense. Thankfully there was never a 3rd.