The asshole diagonally below me moved out about a month ago, and i was thrilled. Every other floor in my building has terraces, which means i can see an hear everything that goes on on the terraces on the floor below me. This douchebag use to have people over for after hours parties at 5 a.m. out on his terrace, they would mistakenly come to my door and ring the bell, screaming and yelling for some chick named Victoria. So i was happy to see him move. Until last night. I fell asleep on my couch. AT around 3 a.m. I get woken up to this (read in the worst brooklyn accent you have ever heard, and LOUD) YO JD YEAH WHAT'S UP? Yeah, she wanted me to do that, and I said I'm not doing 20 years for stabbing nobody in the neck. I ain't going back there. when you're inside not even the "cockaroaches" are your friends. (his way of saying cockroaches did make me laugh) All you got are the cracks on the walls, i'm telling you, the cracks on the walls. You stare at the cracks on the walls. That's all there is to look at, the cracks on the walls. I ain't going back to jail. blah blah blah etc... he finally went inside mid-conversation, so i am assuming someone called the front desk and told them to tell him to STFU. Should i make a complaint against this guy and let the management co. know i have it on good authority that this dude is a convicted felon? oh, and did i mention he was out on his terrace naked???