This part is all true. I had spent a couple nights away from home and when I eventually returned, the office smelled awful. From the ceiling had leaked a large torrent of what must have been dog urine. I was on the phone to the landlord while I cleaned it up off the wall, my desk, printer, computer monitor, floor and carpet. I was choking back the vomit as well as the rage.
With this latest development and my noise complaints, the landlord kicked the tenants above out. And so it goes that I had become somebody else's nightmare neigbor.

Thanks Tim, doing this story has definitely quieted the demons in my head that screamed for bloody revenge...for now at least.