Personal Narrative-Bound

As I am sitting on the plastic patio chair outside of my front door I hear childrens voices from across the street. My neighbors children are outside chasing eachother with toys and soon after I hear their father come outside and scold them about something unaudible to me, but after the kids went inside.
At that moment, a car turned the corner and when it parked I realized it was my new neighbor upstairs. He was looking grumpy as usual and walked passed me without saying a word. He has very long black hair tied in a ponytail and a medium length beard. As he walks up his stairs I can hear him turn on metal music and lock his door.
I heard a faint voice coming from the unit behind ours and around the corner of the building the sound of a raspy