Day 477: And You Thought You Had Bad Neighbours!

I received a very urgent phone call last night at one thirty in the morning... It was Michael, upset on the phone, and in dire need of a place to crash immediately... He came by an hour later to sleep but didn't really fill me in on the drama until this morning when I was getting ready for work.

I guess last night his normally very noisy came home drunk and loud...again...and began to scream and yell at his girlfriend in his drunken stupor. Michael banged on his wall and told them to be quiet because it was so late. Well this set off his neighbour, who suddenly went completely psycho! He began to attack the wall, hitting it, kicking it, throwing furniture and shit at it, screaming and swearing at Michael and telling him that he was coming to get him. Michael could actually hear the wall inbetween their apartments COLLAPSING as pieces of drywall broke off and fell down inbetween the two dividing walls. All this just cause Michael told him to be quiet at 1am? What the fuck!!??

Michael then called the police, and when he told his neighbour that, he suddenly went quiet. There was about half a minute of peace when the crazy guy began pounding on Michael's door trying to break it down. Needless to say Michael was totally freaked out. Finally the police arried and so Michael came out of his apartment to talk to them. He tried to explain to the police (who are notoriously useless bastards who could not care less about foreigners) what was going on but the crazy neighbour just kept screaming and swearing at the top of his lungs. The police told crazy guy to be quiet because "he's a foreigner and he doesn't understand how things are." It was at this point that the drunk neighbour lunged and tried to attack Michael *right in front of the police!*

And they just stood there and didn't do a damn thing to help.

Michael actually had to run back into his apartment and lock the door to protect himself! Finally the cops told the drunk guy to go back inside. When this happened Michael went back out into the hall to talk to the cops but they were already half way down the hall leaving. Michael didn't even get to explain his side of the story. (and he speak Korean so you can't blame it on the language barrier.)

Fuck sometimes I hate the people in this country so much. I've seen so much racism and disgusting ignorance and drunken violence it's hard to believe it all. Well Michael's decided that he's gonna move out cause he's too afraid to get caught in the hall with his crazy neighbour again. And with no support from the cops, the landlord, or the building's security, what other choice does he have? As a foreigner here you're always in the wrong and always get shat on even when you're the victim. It pisses me off.