Of all the people that had to move in next to me....

My life sucks. I live at the Waverly apartment complex in Miami Beach, and my place is awesome. Except for one thing - my next door neighbors. I saw movers moving sh*% in next door so I figured when they leave I'd go over there and say hi to the new neighbors, even though I didn't see who was moving in. God I wish I did. I went over and some flamboyant dude named Rick answered the door, and then he introduces his "friend" Gary. SMH. And every f*ck*ng night I hear them blasting their house music, and they invite their friends over, and it makes me look bad, because it never fails, every time I bring a chick over that I wanna smash, those maricones have their little parties next door and it not only interferes, but sometimes it leaves the girls I bring over wondering. Why can't they just f*ck*ng move to San Francisco.....or anywhere else. Once my lease is up in February I'm leaving, unless they leave before then.