so i went up to the penthouse terrace because i felt like i needed some air. unfortunately it was raining just a teeny tiny bit, but i went up anyways. when i get there i see a group of kids throwing stuff off the building. and not just small things either. so i asked them if they lived there, what floor, and what apartment number. naturally they lied. one of the guys aunt lived on the second floor in apartment number 203.. um the highest number doesnt even reach the third digit. i told them if they didnt leave and stop fucking around in our building i was calling the cops. they didnt budge. and as soon as i started going down the stairs they started pleading please dont call them, please, we’re leaving. so much for being tough. ugh i hate those kids. theyre the reason our door doesnt work. they should learn to respect things that arnt theirs. anyways theyre gone and if i ever see them again ill be nice and tell them to stay put while i call the police. im done with their bullshit.