That tattoo machine's name?Jesus Christ man for how long did you keep this up until the guy decided to just pack up and leave his own house xD also: good job, that's some fucking dedication right there!
I wish I had a cooler one to share but I'll share mine regardless: little spoiled wannabe-punk young rich cunt moves in next door to me a while back, does some noisy shit at first, we talk and I make her understand I'm not taking any of her "daddy never said no to me" bullshit. After an eventful rough week she gets better for a few months because I'm not having any shit from her and then all of a sudden she starts running a fucking tatoo parlor from out of her home at nights: every night she comes home and starts receiving clients and doing 2-3 hour tatoo sessions with a fucking loud-ass machine that drove me crazy, every single night from Monday to Saturday. Don't ask me how but there are motorcycles more quiet than whatever shit she had in there.
I talk to her once, twice, three times to tell her (politely) she's being a pain in the ass, to the point where she's basically telling me to fuck off when I try talking to her. When I felt the "being decent" route had reached its limits, I simply started playing death metal at the loudest possible volume every single night when her clients arrive to get inked. I guess the paying customers didn't like that very much because a couple weeks later she stopped receiving people and never went back into it.
What I can't avoid thinking is why the fuck do people have to be like this. If whatever you're doing is going to be foiled by a little loud music playing, you're full of shit to begin with. Why can't you just try not to be a complete asshole instead? Geez.
So yea definitely not as cool as druggie-away sound system or "bark at you" but for sure worked when being nice didn't