I live here, the place is alright I own my place rather than rent. If you try to contact the landlord, Frank… well, it’s damn near impossible. The guy below me is a psychopath, he starts screaming at me at all hours of the day for walking around my house. I’m now tippy toeing to the toilet every time I have to go. The other tenants are ok except for one lady that without fail every other day starts honking her car horn to get her friend to come outside, they must not own cell phones.