Dear neighbors, I once had to deal with your noise and smell of weed smoke creeping up my stairwell. But now…now you are gone. It’s actually funny that Ricky moved out before you and didn’t get to witness this day. I would say that I will miss you but I honestly would be lying. I have cast my pearls before you one too many times. Between phone calls with the cops and the landlord I did try to invite you to church and drive you to Turkey Hill a couple times. I can’t say that I didn’t try…I don’t know where you will end up but I hope that your next upstairs neighbors don’t mind being up all hours of the night, breathing in your second hand smoke, and dealing with you constantly asking for money.