My next door neighbor drives me nuts. He is constantly going to his garbage can, making noise, banging shit around as if he hopes it bugs me, like he's a 2 year old brat or something. What is so fascinating or important about playing in the trash can? He seems to spend more time doing that than being inside doing whatever he needs to do to keep his mentally unstable wife from coming undone. I hate the guy with the white hot intensity of a million suns.