DiannefromDallas's Profile

When I lived in a downstairs apartment I was not told that the upstairs neighbor had a drinking problem. Often he would arrive home late at night very drunk. He would knock on my door thinking it was his place. After being frightened the first night I talked with the manager. She told me he was a nice guy and had being doing that for years. I never saw or heard him in the years I lived there except the times he came home drunk late at nights.

For years my bedroom has been on the back of my home. After moving two years ago, I am still sleeping in a guest room. There is a street that stops right in front of my house and car lights shine into the window. When the cars turn, the lights go from one wall to another.