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When I moved into my apartment I was so excited, until I realize the place is thin and the neighbors upstairs was letting their kid play drums on the floor (my ceiling) with pots pans and everything else he wanted. Also, believe it or not my neighbor downstairs is or was into blasting her music knowing the place is thin. First I let both go on for a year hoping they would stop. they did not, even after repeatedly talking to the upstairs people. So I just started screaming through the vent ever single time. It took about a month before they finally stopped him for good. The woman downstairs, every time she blasted her music, I would just sit my speakers on the floor and let them rip. It worked for about a week, then she had the audacity to do this at 6:30am on a saturday. So Sunday morning at 9:00am (because I am not as rude as her) i again sat my speakers on the floor and let it rip for about an hour and again every single time she tried, I would just out blast her. That was 3 months ago and while it took a year and a half, I finally have a quiet apartment. I love it. Sometimes you just have to fight fire with fire.