Any tales of living in crazy areas, apartment buildings etc. ?

[Big Feckin Eejit]

I have been living in an apartment in a building that is a shithole for a few years and I love it because it is amazing for people watching. Every day we see junkies shooting up, fighting, riding each other in the communal halls, robbing bikes, taking shites everywhere and just being mad junkies in general and it is very entertaining. I am mad to know what other peoples stories are about living somewhere similar.

 

[PaleTay]

I lived in a medium sized city on the west coast. There's homeless and drug addicts almost literally everywhere and they break into cars, and steal anything left out especially bikes. They love stealing bikes from the locked and armed bike storage at the hospital. The bad areas people try to lure drivers out of cars to "help" their friend. Apparently, it's "too white", but the only areas with immigrant communities have started having gang shootings and those are the main areas with attempted carjackings too.

 

[I'd abeeb bear]

I lived in one for three years with a couple of roomies. It was right behind a chain bar that had trivia Thursday nights, which bikers liked to go to. They were never doing anything too crazy, but they'd rev their bikes at closing time every Thursday night, for hours. That prompted the local big truck hicks to join in, which created a minor rivalry, which just made it cacophonous. Hours and hours of revving, directly into the apartment.

The specific apartment we got was also the home of a murder, which had also prompted a local semi-big band to rent out that one specifically. Some dude had killed his new girlfriend's son, allegedly for playing X-box too much. We didn't know this when moving in, and in some states you have to disclose info like this, but not mine. The kid had been killed and bled out right in the middle of our living room.

By the final year we lived there, the demographics had changed almost entirely. It was originally a bunch of 20 somethings white kids using it as a stepping stone to a house, but quickly became the local repository for imported pajeets that worked at the local Honda factory. These apartments were the nicest in town relative to every other place, but Honda and some other businesses got massive discounts for their employees, so it quickly became strange seeing literal Hindi garbed women with strollers walking everywhere with tons of kids. They were fresh off the boat, barely any English.

Not even halfway through that last year, the trash bins were constantly full. There were 2 giant bins for every building, yet these pajeets found a way to consumerism them full constantly. They started to overflow so much so that there was trash filling the retaining wall that held the giant dumpsters, behind them, and then flowing out of the front. The garbage men told us they didn't have to clean anything not in the dumpsters, which I get, but it became a massive issue that never got resolved. When you have a bunch of "well paid" foreigners suddenly show up, there's not enough garbage space in the world for their 80 inch TV boxes. Every week it was filled like it had just been Christmas, all the diapers in trash bags cluttered around these monstrosities.

Yet every year, despite all of this, they've raised the prices and it's always full there. When we moved in, it was 800 bucks for a 3 bedroom, which for the area at the time was about 1.5x the going rate. Now, it's 1300 as last I checked, without anything included like washer and dryer. Now I just feel bad for anyone having to rent.

 

[Epic Fail Man]

yes.

 

[Dutch Courage]

I have been living in an apartment in a building that is a shithole for a few years and I love it because it is amazing for people watching. Every day we see junkies shooting up, fighting, riding each other in the communal halls, robbing bikes, taking shites everywhere and just being mad junkies in general and it is very entertaining.

I lived in a place very similar to yours.

It was all fun and games until the inbred (for real) psycho next door decided to murder someone he had a beef with. He showed me his gun the night before. On the day after he told me it was a "spiritual" experience. The cops arrived later in the day, and he tried to hide in my apartment but I wouldn't open the door. He knew I was there and pleaded with me through the door, but I told him I couldn't open it. So, he was arrested.

I figured he was gonna be pissed off at me for that, and when I received a letter from prison in my mailbox, I was mortified. However, he was very nice. He thanked me for always being kind to his elderly mother who lived with him, since I always carried up her groceries for her. He also enclosed a letter he wanted me to give his mom, which mentioned the murder charge was dropped and he'd be getting out soon.

I wasn't sure what to do... On the one hand, I was on his good side because I was nice to his mom and helped her out. On the other hand, although he didn't mention it, he was arrested partly because I didn't let him into my apartment when he saw the cops. I couldn't understand why he sent me his mom's letter, instead of sending it to her directly. I did know he was a psycho though, so I resorted to the only choice I had: I moved the fuck outta paradise fast, before he could return.

Incidentally, the murder did not occur on the property. However, two shootings had occurred in my 12-unit building within the three years that I was there.

Call me a suburban sell-out if you like, just don't call me late for supper. I'm done with urban apartment buildings for good.

 

[UnknownUser]

I had the opposite problem most people have. When I lived in a poor slum like area of the northwest we had Mexican drug dealers right next door in my apartment building. They were the best neighbors I have ever had, the kept their clients on down low and never had parties or started fights. They treated it like a business and were extra careful to never piss anyone off so they wouldn't get busted for selling drugs.

To bad after awhile some cops did bust them and terrible white trash who meets every stereotype moved in and brought shame to my race.

 

[The Cunting Death]

Quite a few

Spoiler: Context

Growing up, I lived in a tiny apartment because it was a literal last minute decision (long story short, grew up in Seattle, was really close to moving to Mesa, AZ until my dad was informed his dad was dying of Diabetes (sat on his ass for 30 years since he was in the marines until Vietnam ended), none of his kids besides my dad were living close to him. So he could take care of him, we instead moved to a nearby apartment complex my mom lived in during the 80s. We ended up staying there from 2002 to 2007 (Grandpa died late 2002)

One, one of my neighbors was a Mexican named Vegeta. No I'm not fucking kidding. He was a little shit and kept trying to break into our garage to steal our scooters. One time my younger brother caught him trying to do this and he beat the ever loving fuck out of him. Keep in mind my younger brother was 9, that kid was 8.

Two, a Mormon family moved in next door for about a year or two. There was a kid my age named Nephi. He'd play games on his GBA SP. His mom would always yell "NEPHI GO TO BED" "NEPHI NO MORE GAMEBOY" and my brothers and I would giggle like retards everytime we heard it,

I'll update this post if I remember anything else

 

[ToroidalBoat]

I used to stay in an apartment in an inner city. It was like the area Barney Gumble lives in on The Simpsons.

There was at least one mentally ill guy who'd walk around just yelling stuff in the morning.

Another time on what should've been a peaceful Sunday morning, some other guy blasted over loudspeakers this thing with a robot voice just reading off random words, followed by what sounded like a speech about the state of America, followed by crappy pop music.

And one time when a rap fan was blasting rap, an adjacent resident knocked to try to get him to turn it down. The rap fan responded with a perfectly reasonable reaction of screaming a loud "FUCK YOU", repeated loud banging back, and then going over to try to confront the other resident over it. The latter was smart enough not to answer, and the former got smart enough to realize that course of action wasn't exactly a good idea, so the incident didn't get worse.

Unsurprisingly, that apartment complex has some pretty nasty reviews from many unsatisfied residents.

I think I'm done with apartment living. And big city living. Especially after 2020.

 

[Poppavalyim Andropoff]

‘Suicide towers’ Sydney: Public housing hell in Redfern

As Sydney’s cafes start to fill up with Sunday crowds, chaos has already started to erupt in one of the city’s most notorious public housing blocks, which has cast a darkened shadow over the fringes of Redfern for decades.

www.news.com.au

in the 90s it was 1000 times worse

 

[Exigent Circumcisions]

I've lived in whole towns like that. Lots of fun if you keep your wits about you.

 

[Jarolleon]

I lived in a place very similar to yours.

It was all fun and games until the inbred (for real) psycho next door decided to murder someone he had a beef with. He showed me his gun the night before. On the day after he told me it was a "spiritual" experience. The cops arrived later in the day, and he tried to hide in my apartment but I wouldn't open the door. He knew I was there and pleaded with me through the door, but I told him I couldn't open it. So, he was arrested.

I figured he was gonna be pissed off at me for that, and when I received a letter from prison in my mailbox, I was mortified. However, he was very nice. He thanked me for always being kind to his elderly mother who lived with him, since I always carried up her groceries for her. He also enclosed a letter he wanted me to give his mom, which mentioned the murder charge was dropped and he'd be getting out soon.

I wasn't sure what to do... On the one hand, I was on his good side because I was nice to his mom and helped her out. On the other hand, although he didn't mention it, he was arrested partly because I didn't let him into my apartment when he saw the cops. I couldn't understand why he sent me his mom's letter, instead of sending it to her directly. I did know he was a psycho though, so I resorted to the only choice I had: I moved the fuck outta paradise fast, before he could return.

Incidentally, the murder did not occur on the property. However, two shootings had occurred in my 12-unit building within the three years that I was there.

Call me a suburban sell-out if you like, just don't call me late for supper. I'm done with urban apartment buildings for good.

Well if the charges were dropped how could he hold a grudge? If you let him in and he hid successfully they'd get him later for evading arrest. Not that it would have likely occurred to someone like that in those terms.

 

[Dutch Courage]

Well if the charges were dropped how could he hold a grudge? If you let him in and he hid they'd get him later for evading arrest. Not that it would have likely occurred to someone like that in those terms.

I figured better safe than sorry. After all, he had told me (in vague terms, but clear enough there would be no mistake) that he had killed someone, and I had seen what was to become the murder weapon. I wasn't sure if he'd be cool with me going about my business while having that knowledge. Plus, he was locked up for a few months for parole violation, partly thanks to my keeping the door shut. Frankly, when guys talk about how spiritual it is to kill someone, I tend to steer clear.

 

[JoshPlz]

I have lived in apartment buildings for most of my life. I don't want to share any specific stories, but I can confirm a bit of everything posted here so far. Humans are territorial beings and just not made to live in apartment buildings.
You can get lucky and have decent neighbors, but in general the close proximity and cramped conditions seem to breed aggression and animosity.

Moving into my own house relatively recently has been the biggest quality of life improvement I have ever experienced. If you can, I highly recommend it.
Paying off a loan beats paying rent.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

close proximity and cramped conditions seem to breed aggression and animosity

That's the "superior future" people like MovieBob want.

 

[Feline Supremacist]

I lived in East New York for a short time, commuting to Manhattan every day. I came home one day to find a bullet hole in a window. I watched someone beat a thief to a pulp with golf clubs from that same window (and heard he died). All my neighbors reminded me I didn't see nuthin', for my own safety. I met a guy who had just been released from prison in a park one morning. I came out one morning to find a bunch of kids jumping up and down on my car. I told them to stop and get off and I asked this woman "Are these your kids? Can you ask them to please not do that?" and without a word she went into her apartment, came out with a strap and then wailed on one kid (I felt bad). I used to come across nice gardens and had lots of nice convos about gardening. Some dumbass backed into my car and tried to drive away, I jumped on his car and he stopped. I forgot my 70s car was built like a steel tank and there was no damage so we just talked (civilly, he apologized and I did too) and he left. The FDNY guys were great and had a real relationship with the area they served. Their door was always open, figuratively and literally, to people who lived there.

East New York is mostly black, with some Dominicans and a good amount of West Indians (with the great gardens in front of their homes). I am none of those yet most people I met were nice, pleasant and friendly. Bad things did indeed happen. My wallet was stolen but it was eventually returned, without the money of course. Someone found it and kept it for nearly a year until I dropped by to visit. Everyone was helpful, and I don't mean they gave me hugs, they made sure I was didn't go hungry and went out of their way to help. I still go back every now and then to visit all these years later.

Every time Hollywood Hulk Hogan calls me a racist redneck, I just laugh and rate him dumb. This is the reason why.

 

[Apochrypha]

I've lived in a place like that my entire life lmao. The streets are quite literally covered in filth, it looks like Liberia.

I also happen to live a block away from a mental institution, so occasionally there have been patients who have broken out and have been found around my neighborhood. The cops always get them though. I was once woken up at 4AM by a cop knocking on my door asking me if I'd seen a guy in the neighborhood who had broken out, and there were police dogs sniffing around my yard. I also caught a random crackhead on my security camera walking around my neighborhood with a gun in his hand late at night, but that was a few years back.

When you live in a liberal state, the quality of living significantly drops.

 

[Megaroad 2012]

I worked almost directly across from the CHAZ/CHOP.

That was retarded.

 

[The Cunting Death]

I worked almost directly across from the CHAZ/CHOP.

That was retarded.

I really hate going to Capital Hill unless I absolutely have to (I like the movie theater in CH.)

 

[Monkey Shoulder]

Lived a few years in the "bad" part of my city.
There was a ruined house down the street that housed pretty much every junkie under the age of 40, with all the fun that comes with that.
Got woken up several times by the cops looking for someone, and once had my windows shot at while I was sleeping.
Now, it PROBABLY was an airgun, but still.

 

[Sunflower Seeds]

lived in a shitty part of a shitty city for most of my 20’s. For a couple of years I lived next to a prostitute. She would bring a new John home almost every night. She never bothered me and I don’t think we ever said a word to each other, but she knew I knew.