I watched with no small pleasure today as the Towson University soccer team moved out of the house next door. The property sold (for 100k more than the previous owners paid two years ago) and apparently the new owners refused to renew the lease. Perhaps the new tenants will be less bothersome? Maybe the new owners will actually live there? All I know is things can't possibly get worse--the guys moving out had loud parties every weekend, and their drunken revelry often woke me on weeknights as well.
Of course I thought things couldn't get worse five years ago when Tammy and Wayne rented that house and had drunken white trash fights three nights a week. Wayne once pulled his refrigerator over and knocked a ceiling fan down with a broom in a rage because Tammy wasn't there when he got home. Wayne and Tammy seem like ideal neighbors in comparison to the crew moving out. It can always get worse.