Skanky old men again

Ok, so this guy, 50ish living behind me, keeps talking to me. "can I borrow a trash bag?" who the hell borrows trash bags??? He just came over to talk to me, to "give him a break" and that I'm loud at night. I can't figure out what the hell he's talking about, maybe I had the tv turned up a bit high. But damn. I wish I could get out of an apartment where you hear everything. And away from skanky old men who find all sorts of excuses to talk to me. That makes me nervous. So weird.

~uncomfy and cranky