Over the weekend I met up with some friends that I lived with in my first apartment right out of school. Since we didnt make much money, we had to find an apartment on the cheap, and lived in a pretty run down town as a result. The town we lived in has the concentration of Polish immigrants in the United States. Our landlord was one of these immigrants. He lived on the bottom part of a 3 family house with his wife and 3 early-twenty something daughters. The family lived in the middle floor, with some sketchball living in the garden-level apartment. His daughters were absolutely revolting, so no one hooked up with them. But they are important because the eldest daughter was the only one in the entire family that spoke English. No just being able to hold a conversation, she was the only one that understood basic greetings or gestures so we had to do all the communicating with her parents through her. One Wednesday night, around 11:30, we heard a knock on the back door. Our landlord Mitch (short for Michislav) was standing there clearly shitfaced (which was a common occurrence). He had been partying with his buddies Stanislav and Eddie for last couple hours and he was motioning for us to come down and take a drink with him. Being responsible adults, one of my roommates (Roommate 2) and I shook our heads "no" since we had work the next day. Our third roommate (Roommate 3) decided he would go down and have one drink with them. Roommate 2 and I went to bed. About 3 hours later there was another knock on the door, this one much more frantic than the previous one. Roommate 2 and I exchanged glances and went with him. He opened the door to the kitchen and there was Roommate 3, passed out on their kitchen table, with one of the Polish guys rubbing his head tenderly, with the other one crying in the adjacent living room. There was a box of Ritz crackers spilled all over the floor. Roommate 3 had peed his pants Looking over what was in front of me I was speechless. Mitch poured another shot of vodka and handed it to me. He wasnt asking me to come get my friend, he wanted me to partake in whatever the fuck was going on. Being the pal that I was, i threw the other friend over my shoulder in a fireman-carry and had Roommate 2 hold the doors going up the stairs. We took his clothes off (since it seemed like he was running a fever) and raped the shit out of him. Just kidding, we tried shaking him awake so he could drink some water, but he was out cold. We took turns watching him in shifts for the next couple hours. He doesnt remember a thing. Focus: Whats the sketchiest interaction you've had with a neighbor? Any complete weirdos?