May 3, 2022
6 min read
The Neighbors Next Door
Were not the peaceful kind
When my neighbors banged on the walls, I was alone in my apartment, trying to finish my novel. The landlord said they were motorcycle club members called the Charlesburg Choppers. I didn't think anything about it at the time. I didn't want to judge people — people were people no matter their appearance. But, of course, I was naive— only twenty-three.
