"Around day 3 of no sleep for anyone, he comes over screaming about how in India his family will disown him and all this nonsense, which just made me laugh and just said the same thing over and over, that I didn’t hear the music, and I think it was coming from somewhere else.
I basically just started gaslighting him, acting really nice when he came over in a rage. That weekend the landlord gave some bulls@#t notice that I had to leave, which I was fine with, because he broke my lease and I wanted to get out anyway, so I got my deposit back."
Should have blasted them with Dr. Bombay
Classics like:
SOS (The tiger took my family)
Rice and Curry
Calcutta (Taxi Taxi Taxi)
And others :D
Then I found that a friend had some HUGE speakers. So, I borrowed them and set them up in the window of the extra bedroom that faced the street and their house. Then I borrowed an LP album (remember '68) from my cousin. And waited. Friday night arrived and so did the cars, trucks and motorcycles. I opened the windows and started up Tennessee Ernie Ford and "Sweet Hour of Prayer". He didn't get through the first song on that album before EVERY vehicle was gone. End of problem. I let everything set up for a few more weeks before I figured that they had moved the party somewhere else. I guess that I was a little bit disappointed because I wanted more of a fight over it. I put up with that for months and all it took was Tennessee Ernie to solve my problem.
People don't like to mix their sin with thoughts of God. It seems to make them uneasy for some reason. LOL