Just a guy who's tired of hearing his neighbors' headboard bang the wall.

12:45 AM. Shit. You have to be at work by 7:00 You set your phone back on the cardboard box that's still next to your bed. This is the fourth night in a row you got woke up to the rhythm of something banging into the other side of the wall behind you.

Your last roommate got together with his ex and left you high and dry. After two weeks of looking you had no replacement and knew you'd be unable to keep up with the rent on your two bedroom house. four days ago you moved into this shitty studio apartment before you could get served eviction papers. At least now you are right on a bus line, which comes in handy when you can't afford to keep a car running.

The fourth night in a row you've been awoke by neighbors you haven't even seen. Usually you're one to live and let live, but you have a feeling that if you don't talk to them it will just go on every night. With a sigh you get out of bed still wearing your pajamas, slip your shoes on, and make your way over to your neighbors door.