This man is the worst.
His relatives, who live in the building, are far, far worse.
His grandchildren who live in the building can do no wrong and run, rollerskate, scream, jump off furniture, beat each other, and generally trash the place from dawn until 10 P.M. Everyday, but don't complain... Or you'll incur the wrath of
his psychotic daughter, mother of the kids (Maureen Faibish).
There is no peace to be had here. The noise level is unbelievable.
His no-good slacker son-in-law (father of the kids) doesn't even bother to live with Maureen, he spends 90% of his time in the dark underground garage, avoiding her, smoking it up with his friends (right up through your heating vents into your unit) when he's not throwing wild football keggers with his pals. His booming voice yelling at his kids (who ignore him) is a constant sound.
Another constant sound is Maureen and him screaming obscenities and putdowns at each other in front of the kids.
Oh, and that smell coming up through your vents at 8:00 A.M. Is exhaust and carbon monoxide gas from No Good's truck, parked in front of the building, with the engine on. Don't bother asking him to stop. He's King of the Hill around here. Or at least king of the cave.
Repairs take 4 - 5 months routinely and usually require calling the City to force him.
That cottage-cheese-looking crap on all the ceilings in the building is Asbestos, and it is deteriorating into the air rapidly. Don't worry, though, the City has tested it, and the amount in the air is allowable, thereby allowing Mr. Brennan to leave it right where it is.
Get the picture? Avoid Mr. Colm Brennan, Ms. Maureen Faibish and the entire Faibish clan.
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