Dear Neighbor,
This is by far the most moral I have been treated, living in a homo-sapiens society. Now, finally, I feel welcomed back to civilization, back home to my kind of people. Just to begin with, knock on my door for hangover food, 24x7, if you need. I always, always have some handy. By the way, just saying. Either best friends or cop callers on each other. The choice is yours!! If the latter, I am absolutely excited to ruin your quite Sunday mornings with loud music and make you regret everyday what you got yourself into. But, if I don’t knock your door tonight even after how much ever loud you get. I promise you butter chicken for till we are neighbors.
Your Neighbor.
Apt #F.