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My first apartment out of college was in Olathe. Not a very nice place, but the price was right and it was at least new. Anyway, my neighbor was a gal that seemed a bit highly-strung. She used to fight with her boyfriend all the time.
So, one night/early morning, I'm woken up by the usual yelling. I get up to go a bang on the wall, and then hear multiple gun shots from inside (I assumed) her apartment, followed quickly by a door slamming and her yelling, "Somebody call 911!! Somebody call 911!!" as she went flying down the stairs.
As it turns out, the boyfriend showed up drunk, they started to argue and he pulled out a pistol. Apparently, he was so drunk that he missed her all three times.
After that, I decided that I didn't apartment living very much, and bought my first house in Prairie Village the next week.
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I think the young people enjoy it when I "get down," verbally, don't you?
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