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The knock on my door came at exactly 3:17 AM, just like it had for the past 5 nights.
I stormed out of my bed frustrated; my annoyance had gotten to its limit and was already boiling over. This shit had to stop.
I couldn't take another night of being woken up at exactly 3:17 AM by my next-door neighbor, Joe's drunken knocking.I wore some clothes as I made my way to the door, determined to put an end to this nonsense as I have had enough.
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As I opened the door, Joe stumbled in, reeking of alcohol. Hey, neighbor! he managed to slur, his eyes bleary and unfocused.
Mr. Joe, Are you okay? Did you drop anything in my apartment? Why do you keep waking me up every night at 3:17 AM?" I said, trying to keep my cool.
I am not sure of what's going on with you, but you need to stop coming home drunk and knocking on my door. It's disrupting my beautiful sleep, and I am really getting tired of it. And if you don't stop, I am sure going to report you.
Joe looked at me with a mixed expression of confusion and defensiveness. I am truly sorry. It really wasn't my intention to disrupt your beautiful sleep. I just... I don't know; I just felt like I needed to knock on your door every night for some reason I am not even sure of.
I sighed, not sure how I should feel or respond to Joe.
As he walked past me to his room, I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on with him. Though Joe had always been a bit of a party person, somehow this new attitude of his felt strange.
As I went back to my room, I couldn't help but feel concerned about Joe's new attitude. I wondered within myself if he was struggling with something he couldn't share, probably that was what was driving him to drink and get drunk. Whatever it was, I just hoped he could find a way to address it and get his life back on track.
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