I fuckin' feel ya, OP. I've had the misfortune of living above old people who in-fucking-explicably have Superman-quality hearing twice now. Both times these shitstains complained to the management without consulting me first - and I wasn't even having a fucking party or some shit, just watching TV.

The last place I lived was even worse - two guys in what appeared to be their late 30's, sharing a one-bedroom apartment directly below me. I don't think they were fucking, they were just weird, fat, creepy neckbeard WoW types. They had some strange fucking hours, too... I'd see their lights on at 4am, but when I'd be quietly walking around at 2:30pm, one of these motherfuckers would start pounding a broom or some shit against their ceiling (my floor) LOUD AS FUCK. I put up with this shit for about two months (it wasn't every day, but it was frequent). Then I got a job offer for my current job, in another city. Knowing I was leaving, I spent the next two weeks practicing my tap dancing skills. They pounded on the ceiling all goddamn day but didn't grow the balls necessary to confront me. FUCK fucking aspie retards who choose to live in apartments and are then shocked, SHOCKED that there's actually noise from these people who live LITERALLY ALL AROUND THEM.

This sounds like my fucking y chromosome provider. He is nothing but a worthless disability dependent who wants to be nothing more than a fucking victim for attention. He picks fights a safe distance from people over the fucking phone, he smokes weed by the fucking pound, and fucking steals from his kids. That fucking addict is worthless and his existence hinders everything that is good. Oh, let's not forget about his dependence on the same fucking meds that show up in every fucking school shooter's system during the autopsy. He is everything that is wrong with humans, and the only reason I don't wish him dead is because he wants the attention of a funeral.