Objective
07-02-2015, 08:17 PM
Aiiight, so a few weeks ago I went to one of the parks in Oslo with some friends doing what people at my age do in parks; BBQ'n, smoking some, drinking some, running and playing with whoever brought a dog, finding some random crackhead's dog nr.2 that he lost after he had waltzed around with his other fucking dog for half an hour using that annoying as fuck dog flute of his making people want to leave the place.
Anyways, I'm going off track; a friend of mine from India was on visit for a month. I ain't seen the motherfucker in 11 years, he ain't got no accent anymore or anything after living in the states and doing something with his life while I've went in the opposite direction. He not knowing I was going to stay in Oslo instead of going back to my hometown (which is an hour away btw) that day and dude didn't have a place crash. I was going to crash at my girls place and thought he knew but he didn't so I hand him my keys and tell him what train to catch and whatnot.
So the clock is about 1AM at a friday. Dude calls me and tells me he can't get into the main entrance. I fucked up, I had forgot to give him the main key to the door to my apartment building. Look; my apartment got 6 apartments in total in it, it's like a huge 3 story house made into small apartments so you need 2 keys to get in. So I tell him the only solution I could come up with now that the last train had left. It was to use the doorbell to my neighbours and hope one of them is nice enough to let him or find something out.
I know it's annoying and I would have understood that they'd be pissed and/or wouldn't let him in or anything like that. But for the albanian fuckhead in the second floor to yell at him for a minute without letting him explain himself, and then closing the window shut so my friend had to be at my balcony in the first floor for 6-8 hours is on some fuckshit.
Aiiight, he's pissed, my friend had to be at the balcony for 6 hours and I thought that was the end of it. Nope, it wasn't, not by a long shot.
Next time I see the fuckhead (without exaggerating) dude leans outside his stereotypical as fuck but dope BMW ruined by his presence and asks me if I'm Albanian (my father is), and asks if I got a black friend that used his door bell at night. When I say yes he proceeds to go on a 5 minute non-stop rant barely taking breaths about this ''svarting'' (Norwegian equivalent to nigger) that was ringing his door bell at 1 AM and how he'd call the cops the next time, and how the older lady would be scared of him (she's a sweetheart, she might not have opened up for him because she didn't know him but she's got some deep love for African art and shit, she would give 2 shits about what race he is) and how insensitive I am. He kept talking trash and went deeper and deeper into the subject about how he'd call the cops and got even more pissed when I invited him to do it if it happens again. So aiiight, he keeps arguing and gave 0 fucks about my apologies and my reason to why I told my friend to ring his doorbell when I finally could get a word in. We end the convo with a ''fuck you'' kind of tone and that's it.
I thought it was the end, nope, it wasn't. A week or so later at 4:30AM the motherfucker suddenly stomps extremely hard to floor so I can hear it. I was almost asleep after a short gaming session with my volume low as fuck cuz I had a headache when my heart nearly jumped outta me. After this little ordeal a short minute later he knocks on my door with the force of Thor and rings the doorbell like he's on coke or some shit. When I open up the short fat fuck in his oversized dressing gown keeps yelling about my subwoofer having extremely loud sound, bass and all that shit and that I must stop playing music at night. I wasn't even playing any music. And he kept complaining about my music always being loud and I was the only one playing loud music in the building (Which is bullshit and I'm barely at home and when I do play music I'm using my headphones because they got better sound than my sound system) so he's talking out of his ass. And I keep yelling back so the other neighbours could hear that I was annoyed, and that my arguement was that I wasn't playing any fucking music.
Then the fucker is threatening to call the landlord. Again, like with the cops I invite him to do it and tell him I got no problems with that. Then he storms upstairs like nothing ever happened.
I'm 100% sure he does this because my friend is Indian. I had a somalian friend on visit like a year ago that played extremely loud music when I wasn't home, smoked weed at my balcony+++ (which I told him not to do...) and almost stole some of my clothes. Most of my neighbours must have taken notice to it. Since he lives upstairs he never saw him, I knew he was home though. Had he known he had been black I'm 100% certain he'd complain, but he didn't so I'm 99% sure he gives a fuck about sound. Not to mention I've had a lot of parties, played loud music and played games with loud sound at night (in the past, I've barely been home the past year and when I am I'm only here to sleep for the most part or write.)
I think he might have only done that shit to get back at me for waking him up. But what the fuck should I do if he's not done? What kind of shit do you think I should do to not get evicted if he complains to the landlord? (Keep in mind; I'm 26 and he's 40 or somethins so I might not be taken as seriously due to age.) Or do you think I should get bitter as fuck and make a plan to get him evicted and go with the long con?
My neighbor upstairs just killed himself a few weeks ago. It may or may not have been partly because of him. Either way the tension is high in this building, and everyone is sort of down for the time being due to it so I shouldn't do too much to begin with as everyone is kind of alert at what's going on in the building atm.
Anyways, I'm going off track; a friend of mine from India was on visit for a month. I ain't seen the motherfucker in 11 years, he ain't got no accent anymore or anything after living in the states and doing something with his life while I've went in the opposite direction. He not knowing I was going to stay in Oslo instead of going back to my hometown (which is an hour away btw) that day and dude didn't have a place crash. I was going to crash at my girls place and thought he knew but he didn't so I hand him my keys and tell him what train to catch and whatnot.
So the clock is about 1AM at a friday. Dude calls me and tells me he can't get into the main entrance. I fucked up, I had forgot to give him the main key to the door to my apartment building. Look; my apartment got 6 apartments in total in it, it's like a huge 3 story house made into small apartments so you need 2 keys to get in. So I tell him the only solution I could come up with now that the last train had left. It was to use the doorbell to my neighbours and hope one of them is nice enough to let him or find something out.
I know it's annoying and I would have understood that they'd be pissed and/or wouldn't let him in or anything like that. But for the albanian fuckhead in the second floor to yell at him for a minute without letting him explain himself, and then closing the window shut so my friend had to be at my balcony in the first floor for 6-8 hours is on some fuckshit.
Aiiight, he's pissed, my friend had to be at the balcony for 6 hours and I thought that was the end of it. Nope, it wasn't, not by a long shot.
Next time I see the fuckhead (without exaggerating) dude leans outside his stereotypical as fuck but dope BMW ruined by his presence and asks me if I'm Albanian (my father is), and asks if I got a black friend that used his door bell at night. When I say yes he proceeds to go on a 5 minute non-stop rant barely taking breaths about this ''svarting'' (Norwegian equivalent to nigger) that was ringing his door bell at 1 AM and how he'd call the cops the next time, and how the older lady would be scared of him (she's a sweetheart, she might not have opened up for him because she didn't know him but she's got some deep love for African art and shit, she would give 2 shits about what race he is) and how insensitive I am. He kept talking trash and went deeper and deeper into the subject about how he'd call the cops and got even more pissed when I invited him to do it if it happens again. So aiiight, he keeps arguing and gave 0 fucks about my apologies and my reason to why I told my friend to ring his doorbell when I finally could get a word in. We end the convo with a ''fuck you'' kind of tone and that's it.
I thought it was the end, nope, it wasn't. A week or so later at 4:30AM the motherfucker suddenly stomps extremely hard to floor so I can hear it. I was almost asleep after a short gaming session with my volume low as fuck cuz I had a headache when my heart nearly jumped outta me. After this little ordeal a short minute later he knocks on my door with the force of Thor and rings the doorbell like he's on coke or some shit. When I open up the short fat fuck in his oversized dressing gown keeps yelling about my subwoofer having extremely loud sound, bass and all that shit and that I must stop playing music at night. I wasn't even playing any music. And he kept complaining about my music always being loud and I was the only one playing loud music in the building (Which is bullshit and I'm barely at home and when I do play music I'm using my headphones because they got better sound than my sound system) so he's talking out of his ass. And I keep yelling back so the other neighbours could hear that I was annoyed, and that my arguement was that I wasn't playing any fucking music.
Then the fucker is threatening to call the landlord. Again, like with the cops I invite him to do it and tell him I got no problems with that. Then he storms upstairs like nothing ever happened.
I'm 100% sure he does this because my friend is Indian. I had a somalian friend on visit like a year ago that played extremely loud music when I wasn't home, smoked weed at my balcony+++ (which I told him not to do...) and almost stole some of my clothes. Most of my neighbours must have taken notice to it. Since he lives upstairs he never saw him, I knew he was home though. Had he known he had been black I'm 100% certain he'd complain, but he didn't so I'm 99% sure he gives a fuck about sound. Not to mention I've had a lot of parties, played loud music and played games with loud sound at night (in the past, I've barely been home the past year and when I am I'm only here to sleep for the most part or write.)
I think he might have only done that shit to get back at me for waking him up. But what the fuck should I do if he's not done? What kind of shit do you think I should do to not get evicted if he complains to the landlord? (Keep in mind; I'm 26 and he's 40 or somethins so I might not be taken as seriously due to age.) Or do you think I should get bitter as fuck and make a plan to get him evicted and go with the long con?
My neighbor upstairs just killed himself a few weeks ago. It may or may not have been partly because of him. Either way the tension is high in this building, and everyone is sort of down for the time being due to it so I shouldn't do too much to begin with as everyone is kind of alert at what's going on in the building atm.