The pounding was driving Edward crazy. A new had just moved into the apartment below him. newcomer was deaf, or seemed to be, because played his stereo loud enough for the whole to hear.

On the first day that he the stereo blasting away, Edward marched downstairs and told the newcomer that his stereo was too . He asked the new tenant to turn the down and keep it down as long as lived in the building. The tenant appeared surprised embarrassed, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t it was that loud.”

So, Edward returned upstairs, good, because he had taken a stand and let the newcomer know that loud music was going to be tolerated. The next day all quiet, and Edward continued to be pleased with . The following day, Edward thought it must be of July, because a marching band was playing his street. Of course, it wasn’t Fourth of , and it wasn’t a marching band. It was new neighbor who was playing his music loud .

Edward was not one to repeat himself, feeling each time you repeated yourself, you diminished the of your words. So, he did what he did with offensive neighbors—grin and bear it. Eventually, would move away. What else are you going do?

In Los Angeles a year ago, a had complained to her upstairs neighbor that he playing his drums too loud and too often. drummer repeatedly ignored her. He told her to whining. One day the woman walked upstairs and the drummer in the head and his girlfriend the chest. The woman was sentenced to prison 20 years.

The dead drummer won’t bother anyone with his drums, but the woman might be now that she had learned to grin and it. Being sentenced to prison for 20 years probably much worse than having to listen to blasting overhead. At least, if she were still in her apartment, she could always move. When ’re in prison, you don’t have that option.