It took about a week and a half of this bizarre performance. The music didn’t vanish overnight, but the 2 AM sessions got shorter. Way shorter. They started turning it down quicker. Then one evening, Mr. Noisy Neighbor actually stopped me in the hall. He looked kinda uncomfortable. “Uh, hey man… we good? The music… it okay?” I just kept up the act. Grinned. “All good! You guys do you!... https://fairytales.cc/psychological-warfare-strategies-work-well-try-these-tricks/