if these walls could talk...

deery-lou.
no this isn't a new installment of the hbo movies. although it could be. perhaps even one day it will but in the meantime here's the low down. it all started when i moved into my new apartment. one day as i was walking down the hall i heard some moaning. at first i thought i was just hearing things so i stopped to listen more carefully. yes, it was clearly moaning i heard. the type of moaning one makes during the throws of passion. apparently it was coming from my neighbor's apartment [302]. the love making sounds were leaking right out from her front door. boy, was she loud. my intial thought was to ring her doorbell and run. i didn't. instead i went on about my day. a few days passed and i'm sitting on the floor typing on my computer when i heard crying. not just crying but full on hysterical wailing. granted in apartments you can usually hear noises especially when the window are open. however, not only were my windows shut but my air conditioner was blasting and music was playing. plus the walls are concrete. so you know it was loud. i kept muted my music to make sure i wasn't hearing things. i even went out onto my balcony and sure enough i figured out it was from my neighbor. talk about LOUD. a week passes and all's quiet. then one saturday while i was home i start to hear things being thrown against the wall. she starts wailing. then i hear some man yelling. more things are being smashed against the wall. its beginning to sound like a war zone in there. then all goes silent. at school i was mentioning this to christine. she told me that 302 is a "bar" girl. which basically means a prostitute, hooker, lady of the evening, escort, whore. you get the picture. to which christine adds that she's probably crying because she doesn't like her job. imagine that. or perhaps she doesn't like getting beat up. anyway the next week or so all is pretty quiet. no crying, no moaning. then a couple of nights ago i'm woken up at 2am with the sounds of fucking. i'm talking full on moaning, screaming, bed hitting the wall fucking. and believe me this was no dream. she kept getting louder and louder. the i heard someone yelling be quiet in korean, which sounded like a foreigner trying to speak korean, which meant horace. didn't shut her up though. the pounding and screaming continued. than five minutes later a woman started yelling something. most likely it was one of the tennants in the other building. finally all sounds from 302 had stopped. the climax never got reached or at least i didn't hear it. a couple of days later i found a note taped to my door. it was written in korean. they used black ink except for some words they wents to emphasize by using red. was this a complaint. and was it for me. i look at it more closely. at the top was 302. did someone mistakenly put this note on my door or did 302 put it there thinking that i was yelling at her. i took the note to school for translation. it was a note to 302 complaining about all the noise. i later found out that horace had a friend write that note and taped it to 302's door. apparently she found it and taped it on my thinking i put it there. go figure. anyway since then my hooker neighbor has been quiet. we'll see how long the silence lasts. there's a part of me that misses all the excitement that 302 brings. its like livin in the korean ghetto.

be well...