PEEVED AT POTNIKS
I feel like I’m a forgiving apartment dweller. I know things get louder when hockey playoffs come around. I don’t throw a fit when the folks upstairs vacuum at 11 p.m., although I hope they know they’re monsters. But I can’t get over just how much fucking weed you smoke. Jesus! It comes in through the hallway and through my bathroom ventilation all day and night. Take it down a notch, or you’ll turn this legalization supporter into a narc. Or at least close your hallway door while you’re doing it. /Anonymous
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