I hated my neighbours where I used to live. The guy downstairs, played music under my bedroom at unsociable hours and he was dim too.
The people in the house next door, were, I'm convinced, drug dealers, as their front door was never closed and people would go in there at all hours. They also played heavy bass and MC'd well into the early hours.
The mother of these bits of scum, also called me a bitch, when she saw me in the street once, she didn't even know me, had never spoken to me or anything and when I first moved in, her twin sons were about 16, I once saw them slapping a pregnant woman in the street, they didn't even know her, she was just outside arguing with her teenage daughter.