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Might be. Wouldn't know until you try, though.
I have a schizophrenic alcoholic 60y troll of a woman (like troll, physically) living upstairs. Always banging, screaming, listening to shitty drinking songs on a loop.
But I went over. Several times.
Now I just wear earplugs, take benzos and occasionally think about picking up my hammer and going for another "talk". I thought about milder options as well. Superglue in her keyhole? Then she'd have to call a locksmith, and she's not capable of holding a conversation long enough to convey she needs one.
Wish she had bt speakers I could hack, but that'd probably just make her scream more.
And the landlord won't do shit after years of me sending videos of this loony.
Get your own speakers. Point them up. Play the Doom OST.
This can be everyone's problem, not just yours.
Oh I have them. I don't think she's ever heard them over the sound of her drinking songs, screeching and the demons screeching in her head.
I thought if some official person ever saw her, she'd fly out. So that's why I thought glue in the keyhole, so she has to call a locksmith (which I'm sure she won't manage) and then that person will see into her apartment. Where I don't know what the shit she does, bangs and drills and jumps all day. It's like she's woodworking or something every wednesday.
Landlord doesn't give a shit. I've sent videos and doesn't even go check her.
I'd love to get my subwoofer screwed tightly to the roof and then just turn that on for lulz when she gets crazy. Which is pretty much everyday. But then when will I have peace?
Haven't read a single book while living in this apartment.