The last couple of places had barking dogs. One of the times the guy was dying of cancer, so I didn't feel right killing his dogs. Other place, the clown had kids, again, didn't feel right about killing his dogs - either
It is funny because I can live a block from a train crossing and it never bothered me. I slept great. All about what you're use to. In jail I remember it was VERY noisy but mostly "white noise" so it was easy to sleep. I don't want to put a window box in, it is a pretty nice apartment... but maybe a big fan or something would be good
Of course last night I had more drinks than planned and was going to go throw the motherfucking asshole down the stairs. What a clown. The guy won't even look at me when he sees me. I'm about half of his size. What maroon!!