Inconspicuous Hedonism Ch. 01
*quot;Squeak-screech, squeak-screech, squeak-screech, squeak-screech...*quot;
It was shortly before 3am on a Wednesday night...I was only able to fall into a halfway-decent sleep about 4 hours ago. I have a few important work meetings coming up in the next few hours, and as such, I was hoping to be focused and fresh for the workday. About 2 months ago, I moved into a quaint 8-unit apartment building. It had a charming 1970's vibe; avocado green bathroom tile, stucco ceilings and accents of pressed wood paneling in the common areas. It was close enough to the city to yield an urban lifestyle, yet far enough to feel that I am stepping away from the fast life every now and then. Most importantly, the price was right, and up until a few nights ago, it was about as quiet and peaceful as a multi-unit residence could be. I had the option of a lower floor or an upper floor unit when I moved in, and to save a few dollars I opted for the lower floor unit...I suppose leaving the temperament of upstairs neighbors' to fate was a wild card in exchange for cheaper rent.
While I have not become too familiar with my neighbors
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