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Belleville, NJ, 11 years ago. 1 bedroom apartment, was the only thing my now ex-spouse and I could afford when we moved across the US for me to start a new job. You ever watch Law & Order? You know those apartment complexes the detectives go into to interview a witness or whatever, and as they're walking through the hallways, there's babies crying and adults yelling at each other from behind closed doors, and trash/used drug needles in the hallways? That was this place.
Our downstairs neighbor was a total shitbag that blasted loud music every moment he was awake. Called the cops so many times, nothing ever came of it. I hope he's dead now, for real.
Upstairs neighbor would come home drunk all the time and yell at his wife and throw shit. One time he tried to get into our apartment by mistake, thank God we had the door locked. They would run the water in their bathroom until the tub overflowed into our bathroom below it. One time we had water coming out of the fuse box and had no power for a week. One time our toilet broke and we had to use the toilet in the empty apartment across the hall until it was fixed. The "empty" apartment had a couch and a compound hunting bow with arrows just sitting there.
There was a rodent problem; thank God we had a cat.
We were supposed to have an assigned parking space, but that was a lie. The night we got there/moved in, it had snowed. I parked the car in an empty spot. 3 hours later, a woman is SCREAMING in the hallways "WHO IS FROM (insert state license plate we just moved from)!??" Apparently we parked in her spot, and she was not happy. Had to move the car. When I moved the car, one of the brake lines failed and I was barely able to guide it into a snowbank; had to get it towed the next day to get it fixed.
The whole experience was a nightmare. We only lived there for a year, but I get anxiety just thinking about it.