Bigots
Fag. It’s a word that all homosexuals hear or say at one point in their lives. Usually the word is said in joking manner when one of us says it to another. Last night at 2 AM I was called a Fag and it basically left me shaking and so upset I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I have a new set of neighbors that moved into the unit directly next to me. They moved in last month, and since they got here have been complete dicks. They get home at 2 or 3 in the morning and sit outside my window drunkenly talking. Last week I asked one of them to keep it down. They seemed nice about it. And then last night at 2AM they come home again screaming and yelling.
I had enough. So I opened my drapes and kindly asked them to keep it down and that it was 2AM. They went nuts and said a sentence that I had never heard directed at me before:
“Shut the fuck up you fucking FAGGOT. Use some earplugs little bitch!!!”
Then they all laughed and kept talking. I didn’t know what to say. I was shaking, standing in the window like a complete idiot. I shut the drape and sat down. I needed to call someone. But who? The cops? I couldn’t do that, it might make things worse. My friends? No, it was 2 AM.
So I called my mother. She picked up. I told her the story. And she told me to go to bed and forget about it, that this was just the way things are and that they were probably drunk. Wow…that’s support for you.
So I waited today until the fuckers came out of their unit and asked them to explain themselves. They said they didn’t know what I was talking about and to “get bent.” For some reason I only thought Bart Simpson said that?
So I got my own little form of revenge. I called the landlord, who said if he gets one more complaint that they will be kicked out.
Now I just wait until the losers come home sloshed again, and then they are gone. How’s that for poetic justice?
I have a new set of neighbors that moved into the unit directly next to me. They moved in last month, and since they got here have been complete dicks. They get home at 2 or 3 in the morning and sit outside my window drunkenly talking. Last week I asked one of them to keep it down. They seemed nice about it. And then last night at 2AM they come home again screaming and yelling.
I had enough. So I opened my drapes and kindly asked them to keep it down and that it was 2AM. They went nuts and said a sentence that I had never heard directed at me before:
“Shut the fuck up you fucking FAGGOT. Use some earplugs little bitch!!!”
Then they all laughed and kept talking. I didn’t know what to say. I was shaking, standing in the window like a complete idiot. I shut the drape and sat down. I needed to call someone. But who? The cops? I couldn’t do that, it might make things worse. My friends? No, it was 2 AM.
So I called my mother. She picked up. I told her the story. And she told me to go to bed and forget about it, that this was just the way things are and that they were probably drunk. Wow…that’s support for you.
So I waited today until the fuckers came out of their unit and asked them to explain themselves. They said they didn’t know what I was talking about and to “get bent.” For some reason I only thought Bart Simpson said that?
So I got my own little form of revenge. I called the landlord, who said if he gets one more complaint that they will be kicked out.
Now I just wait until the losers come home sloshed again, and then they are gone. How’s that for poetic justice?