I checked the peephole and could see the back of someone's head. The bleached blonde hair revealed dark roots and I took a good guess that my neighbor, who I nicknamed Dumber Drummer stood at my door. Her nickname came from her feeble attempt to play the drums. A hobby she took up some time ago. Her playing never seemed to improve but her playing didn't interrupt my sleep pattern. I figured it was a way to get out her frustrations and excused the pitiful playing.