I think my next door neighbor just got shot

Yikes. You don't live near any politicians, do you?

oh diva! you adventurous girl you!

Oh, the things people will do for Arrested Development DVDs these days.

Maybe a half hour ago I'm sitting in my apartment talking on the phone to one of my actors who came up with a sudden late-night idea for his character when the familiar sounds of combat start coming from the room next door. I run over to find three of the college kids next door holding down a crazy dude who tried to bust into their apartment while they all happened to be there. The guy is pretty fucking strong so while one of the kids goes to get a security guard down the street this guy starts fighting to get up again. One of the kids knees the guy in the face a few times and he's bleeding down the face pretty bad, and after more struggling I come back with a metal table leg, after which he immediately calmed down.

To be honest having him lying there wired like a mouse trap ready to spring again while I had the table leg was pretty nerve wracking for me, because though we were essentially out of danger from that point onwards I didn't want to spill this guy's brains all over the floor and this particular table leg is a fucking monster. I might as well have been holding a friggin' gun to his head. Ah, city life.

2 weeks ago, I was in my apartment around 10 pm and heard a series of bangs, followed by a big crash. My immediate thought was "was that gunfire??" I figured it couldn't have been, and forgot about it. The next day there were TV trucks and cops everywhere, and I found out that a federal witness had been gunned down at the red-light about 30 yards from my front door.

Apparently, she had been testifying against members of a DC drug ring called "Murder Inc." and declined witness protection. Not cool. It really freaked me out -- I mean, I live in a pretty good neighborhood!

Ahh, how I miss living in Brooklyn. How I miss waking up at 3am, hearing the guy next door fighting with his crying girlfriend and kicking his friends out of his apartment while smashing things into my wall.

This doesn't have to do with neighbors- but you just reminded me of it, so- funny story I got.

At my last job, I inherited a Nextel from the guy who'd had my job previously, before he went crazy on someone and threw a coffee pot against the wall. He was some ghetto Brooklyn dude, and apparently didn't ever tell people that he was no longer using that phone (even though it was supposed to be work only)

I'd always get voicemails from this one guy who left messages saying "Yoo!! This is Rambo! Yo, I got those books you wanted. You need to call me back. These are really, really good books. You gotta read'm."

He was getting pissed after a while that the dude didn't call me back, heh. Hope he got in touch with him before Rambo went and shot him up.

Sounds like he missed out on some excellent literature. Oh well, I guess they'll see each other at the library eventually.

In my junior year of college the guy who lived in the apartment above me (also a drug dealer) started trying to mate his two giant dogs...in the room directly above my bedroom.

I heard...disturbing things. Sleep was a blessing.