Beginnings

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Last Sunday afternoon saw the most recent incident in my personal war. After a series of very violent stomps just above me as I played C-III, I put my tennis shoes on and went upstairs and kicked their door. As I was retreating from the scene the male opened the door and confronted me. I told him that if he continued to stomp on my ceiling I would continue to kick their door.

They usually wait until Kootch is asleep. Kootch is usually asleep by 1900. Only then do they stomp, and they stomp just above me as I play video games in my computer. After a series of such stomps I allowed myself to become infuriated: I went into the LR and put on my tennis shoes; then I went upstairs and kicked their door. It was an unmistakable message.

I suspected that he would call the ACSD (tap). So I took a shower, shaved, combed my hair, and dressed in the usual attire. I also slipped a mint into my mouth and retreived my voice recorder: I was ready for the ACSD! Meanwhile Kootch was watching her Broncos. I did not even consider bothering Kootch with what I had done.

After a while I spotted an ACSD car opposite my LR window. Very indiscreet! They usually park at the other end of the building! I awaited a visit from the folks who are charged with the maintenance of public order in this Colorado county. After about fifteen minutes there was a knock on my door. My peek through the peephole revealed a figure to the extreme right. I opened the door.

There were two of them this time. They asked whether they might enter and discuss a problem with the neighbors. I consented, voice recorder in hand, and advised them that I was recording the conversation on my voice recorder. They did not object.