"It's like living upstairs from a Phillip Roth audiobook."

Back when I was living in Boston, there was this couple that lived* in the next building over.  They were in a long-distance relationship and on the weekends, they would have crazy screaming fights that culminated in having crazy loud sex.

So loud that I was on the phone during one of the marathons and my friend (on the other end of the line) said, "OH MY GOD, ARE THOSE YOUR NEIGHBORS??" 

Pretty bad.

Anyway, this post brought it all back.

*We assume they were in the next building over -- that's where the sound seemed to be coming from, anyway.  (Our buildings shared a courtyard.  Well, not so much a courtyard as an open space where dirtbags threw garbage.)

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Oh god, the Porn Stars. They moved out soon after you and Miss Hysterical moved in. One night as I was being treated to a lengthy screaming, sobbing, full-fledged breakdown-fight with her mother [I think]over the phone: ("But you never loved me, you've always..." Oh, how I wish I were joking.), I yelled out the window, "Oy, take the phone away from the fucking window."

Blessed silence.