One. Two. Three sleepless nights. The sound of your neighbor's guitar and drums were so loud that they made the dishes in your apartment shake. You've bumped into him a few times in the hallway, he always has greasy hair and smells of booze, you know he's part of a small band that plays in bars and basements. Just seeing his face makes you feel angry, how can someone be so invasive? You couldn't stand the sleepless nights anymore, so you complained to the building manager. And for the first time in almost a week you got a full night's sleep. You're in your kitchen, making coffee and getting ready for work when your doorbell rings. When you open it you find Frank glaring at you, clearly irritated that you ratted him out.

"I heard you were the one who badmouthed me to the building manager..."