The title is misleading.  No, I was not evicted, thankfully.  My apartment is nothing special, but it's mine and unlike my ex-neighbor in the building, I didn't lose it for being a total douche.  The guy is violent, unhinged, and frankly not very likable.  Normally I would say, hey, the guy doesn't like people.. so what's so bad about that?  However, this guy is not the kind of asshole I can be.  He's flat out dangerous and seems to have no self-awareness of his immature actions, which include but are not limited to: punching holes in the walls, cranking up his music really loud at odd hours and ripping the door off its hinges (that's happened twice now by two different people.  Our building's entrance is very unlucky).  That's right, he somehow got the door off and left quite a mess of wood pieces, etc. on the floor just inside.  Happily for the rest of us, myself especially, I get to feel the nice fresh air from the outside world, being the closest apartment to the stairwell leading to the door.. oh did I mention it's FUCKING WINTER?? 

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Yeah, so anyway, the guy has finally been evicted after numerous incidents involving even my humble self having to call the police because he was (unbeknownst to me) "joking" about killing everyone in the building.  The cops were not as amused as he was, and even if he was joking, he was saying it in front of kids.  I don't understand children, but I know a bad influence when I see one, and I don't regret calling the cops on his stupid ass.  If he wanted to have words with me about it, words would be had, I assure you.  I could possibly end up with a black eye or bruised kidneys, but damn it, words would be had.  Being the insane son of a bitch I am at times, I actually hoped that he would mouth off to me while we met in the building, but strangely, I rarely saw the guy face to face.  Another time a little after my birthday I believe, he was shouting racial slurs at a black kid across the street just for having rung his doorbell by mistake.  I mean, really, that's zero fucking class right there.

They began repairs on his place today, which means he's gone.  I assume my landlord will soon be knocking on my door giving me a new key for the fixed door downstairs.  Fucking New Yorkers.  We're such pricks.  But I'm still pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.