A couple months ago I heard a lot of commotion in the upstairs apartment. The pretty, young woman was screaming at her boyfriend. She was yelling at him to, "Get the f*ck out!" Shortly thereafter I heard scuffling. Then I heard a thud or two, followed by her yelps in pain. I called 911. At the conclusion of the call, the dispatcher asked me if I wanted to be anonymous. I said, "Yes." Within minutes, I heard policemen knocking on the door of the upstairs apt. No one answered. So, they left. They left right downstairs and knocked on MY door! I thought, "Oh, no, they're gonna out me!" But I answered the door anyway. The officer asked me if I'd heard a disturbance upstairs. I stood there for a moment in silence, not knowing if I wanted to respond since the fool asked the question in his "street" voice instead of his "'movie theater" voice! Fast-forward to a day or two ago and I realize the folks upstairs are on to me, 'cause I heard her yelling at him to, "Get the f*ck out" and him telling her to, "Be quiet. He'll hear you downstairs." Mind you, he said that to her in his "movie theater" voice!!!!
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