only God knows

so.
i believe you remember saying that i DIDN'T like my apartment.

...i might have even mentioned the people who live above me.

well.

tonight, while we were asleep, the people above me began fighting, again.
except instead of it dying down after awhile, it never ended. they just got louder and louder. with occasional breaks. ..at least long enough for me to fall back asleep and be awoken again.

well. it got really bad, and so i called the cops. i figured it was PROBABLY nothing, but i was tired, and a little worried, so i think it was the right thing.

anyway.
it wasnt 5 minutes later, that the cops were at their door, ringing the bell, to which there was silence, then LOTS of shouting.

It seems that the guy didnt want to open the door, and he was pretty upset about the fact that they were there.
there was lots of "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" and "NO! ITS THE FUCKING COPS!"
and "OPEN IT!! NOW!!!" and "SHUT UP!" and "DON'T PUSH ME! OPEN IT!"

well. i guess they finally FINALLY opened the door.

my boyfriend and i (bc yes, i forgave him for the whole drunken absurdity... on the grounds that it WONT happen again, or we're over) left to go to the gas station and get something to drink.

when we got back, there was another girl walking up to her apartment, and she asked us if we knew what happened, to which we said we were worried about lots of yelling and possible abuse, and so we called the cops.
she said she saw 2 people in the back of the squad car as they drove away.

i guess they're gone now.
its quiet upstairs.

im not sure what all happened up there. but it wasnt good.
and i REALLY hope they dont come back here and shoot me :(