This does not bode well

Our first encounter with our lovely neighbors came when we were wrapping up construction of our lofts. We put our leftover wood outside in the hallway for a few days, and were met with warmth and grace:


No your eyes do not deceive you, that is in fact graffiti scribbled into the side of our loft. I'll spare you the crude rendition of the a bedbug drunkenly smeared on the floor, as well as the hilarious and touching "thanks for the free wood" graffiti, but suffice it to say I am pretty guarded when dealing with any of our neighbors. Except for the family with a baby next to us. And the girl who lives down the hall. Unless she did it. In which case I hate her.

Then I googled "250 Moore Brooklyn" and the first thing that came up is this, which actually makes our insane neighbors 4% justified.

Grrr.

But we're having our party in less a month! Not grrr!