Last year, I moved into a middle class house right around summer time. The move went smooth, and it seemed like everything was just… working. Nothing broke during the cycle, I had plenty of friends to help me out, hell I even found twenty bucks in my couch! Beer money? Hell yeah! The first time it happened, I was in my room. I was in the zone on my Xbox. You know what I mean, where you get 10 headshots without breaking a sweat? “Hey, Jeff! Get out of my house, I said three-o’clock, dumbass!” The noise stopped. “Son of a bitch…” I sighed. After that, it got worse. … Maybe if I bang on the walls.