Lost In Me

I'm fairly convinced that my neighbors are drug dealers. Maybe it's just me, but I don't know of any other reason why two black guys living in the crummiest part of town would get nightly visitors of the white middle-class variety, or why most of these visitors are completely new faces, almost every single time. I don't have much objection to my neighbors running their business out of their apartment, though it would be embarrassing if I saw one of my professors coming up the stairs to stock up. I just wish they didn't play very loud techno late at night.