My apartment complex can be a loud place, especially with all the college age kids living here. During the first year I moved here, it was not unusual for an outdoor jam session covering Pink Floyd’s Greatest Hits to start up around midnight. I could listen or close my bedroom door and all was well.

But to be awoken at 3AM with my bed vibrating from the sub woofer downstairs is another matter. I had gone down and talked to this guy a few months ago and hadn’t had any problems since then. But now there was some kind of party with loud music, people yelling, etc.

I went downstairs and knocked on the door for a while. No answer. They couldn’t hear me inside, it was that loud. So I went back upstairs and called the police, feeling like the old man who spoils the  kids’ fun and shuts down their rock ‘n roll music.

And it wasn’t like they were listening to Disturbed. It was Dave Matthews.