My Legendary, Drug-Fueled Neighbor War | Steve-O

I hate my

neighbor

, yeah, if he would kill me, yeah, man, I ended up moving to this apartment building in Hollywood, California, where my

neighbor

called the police on me all the time for a very good reason. He was getting me so high with so many different things. substances that you don't even call

drug

ged, it's just skin. What I'm saying is that he turned me into a monster on a regular basis and the police always showed up. Sometimes I would open the door and they wouldn't leave, stevo, great, that was a bit. loud so tone it down they're great so right now thank you all and sometimes they didn't tone that down I sure do if I kill myself I always promised to behave and I never did.

I hated my neighbor. It just got worse and worse, it got to a point where half the time I was screaming at the top of my lungs at voices I heard in my head, what did I do? The neighbors only heard my half of the conversation, the rest is creepy. Most of the time I'm just being a wreck all over the place he keeps calling the police I keep getting angrier and angrier I got into the habit of going up to the wall and how do you like it? It's kind of an idiot thing. to do but I would only do it in the middle of the night once I was hitting it so hard I tore that first layer or move now then I went crazy and ripped off all the drywall, made a huge hole. big enough to put my speakers on so I could blur the death metal music while banging on the wall which I loved doing for minutes and then I would turn everything off and it would be very quiet so when the police showed up it would be like I didn't know about what are you talking about, that guy is a weirdo and I felt like the police were starting to believe me, but I wasn't going to win the neighborhood war for long.

See, after you go through the drywall, comes the cotton candy. looking for fiberglass I ripped it out and blew it out it's a type of asbestos and then I got to the plywood it was chipboard one night I decided it was time to move on to the other side so I got a mop that came running through my apartment Like a pole vaulter boom boom, I broke that mop stick through everything until I was standing there looking at the guy's apartment right at him, he turned the light off super fast, so I'm just looking in the dark and I tell him, dude , why not?

I called the police now and he did it and I was so awake that night it didn't even occur to me to leave. I just stayed there until the police arrived. They said we have no choice but to take you and me to jail for vandalism. I'm standing there cross-eyed, no shirt, no shoes, the cops told me it was going to be cold in jail, like I didn't know they said they'd let me put on some shoes and a shirt, which gave me a really good chance to get in. to my apartment maybe take the big bag of cocaine out of my pocket throw it behind the couch or something like that but that's not what I did no, I stood there and told those police officers a shirt shoes let's go and I went to jail where they have the annoying habit of making you empty your pockets and they arrested me again, so cool, they can arrest you while they arrest you, proud that cocaine is an amazing

drug

, okay, I did it a lot.

I can actually thread my nose in a shoelace style. I know I shouldn't be so proud of the hole in my nose that allows me to do that, but I can't help it. I'm fine and I'm also very proud of how Totally original, this multimedia comedy special I did is called Gnarly and it's too updated to be allowed on YouTube, but you can watch it right now if you go to stevo.com. It's super, get ready, this is going to be twisted, quite twisted. something normal, are we ready? What's happening? Women in Denver can paint their tits and show them off on Instagram, so I guess I should be able to paint my dick and do whatever I want.

Make some noise for my brother. Wait, let me inspect for crabs this time. My friends turned those things on right away. I knew he was awake. I'm not doing this to hurt your dad. You're not going to hurt me. You're going to make me angry.