living in the ghetto

we are officially living in the ghetto, however, we now have some cool neighbors so it's not so bad. we do have other neighbors, a father/son combo who screamed profanity at us for music on at 4 p.m., another who begged me not to call the police when her man was sporting a 3 inch bloody slash from a knife fight, and the benign windchime lady who loves loves loves butterflies.
in addition, i can hear everything the people in the next apartment over are doing, and i mean everything, and they do everything at least twice a week, there is a suicidal kitty on the third floor, and i've seen the idaho falls crime scene investigation unit on not one but two occasions. i've even been mistaken, twice, for another cindy someone who used to live here and is wanted for something but she's like 54 years old and i keep telling the police that i am a different syndie, a younger syndie, a stay out of trouble/jail syndie, but they keep coming...