To the horse farm upstairs,

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6. I once lived below a bunch of college party animals. I was something of a night owl,

so a bone-shaking party banging on at 11P or 11:30P, I could cope with. But 1:30A or 2A got a bit much

Once I went upstairs around 2:30A and asked them to turn down the music. They did -- for about five minutes. So I decided it was just hopeless and took a good long walk. I think I got back around 4A. Everything was surprisingly quite, so I grabbed some shut-eye

The following afternoon, one of the party animals knocked my door and said something like, Hey, dude! You don't have to call the police on us! Just come on up and join us! In fact, I hadn't called the police on them, but I didn't see any reason to tell them that: if somebody else was complaining about their racket, why should I help them figure out who it was? So I just said, Thanks! pleasantly and sent him on his way

The next time they had a party, they invited me, and again I pleasantly thanked them. But, forewarned, I made sure I wasn't around when their party started -- and I stayed away until well after midnight. I had plenty of other stuff to do. And when I got back, it was nice and quiet

I figure somebody called the cops on them again. And I'm sure they thought it was me