Maintenance gave one of my neighbors the skeleton code and he often uses the code to gain access to other people's apartments. He admitted to switching his old fridge out with somebody else's. I know for a fact that he used that code to root around in this young girl's place because he told me all about it. The maintenance workers noticed the contents of my apartment and recognized me as an adult film star. They decided to talk my ear off often about the adult film industry as well as loom around my female friends when they were in the neighborhood. I never disclosed my identity to anyone there (except for the foxchase employees who had access to my apartment). This is a very "My First Apartment" community. You get a ton of teenagers/college students up in those apartments with their friends who get wasted and tug at the locked door until it opens (essentially breaking the lock- so the front door was unlocked for a good majority of my time living there). The upstairs neighbors stole clothes out of my laundry load- we all use the same laundry facility in the basement. (I caught one of their frequent visitors wearing a floral shirt of mine that a relative sent me from Hawaii- unmistakably mine). I ended up having to call the police enforce some manner of rule into the building (those who stole my clothing were young military men who tried to intimidate me by threatening to jump me). I was told by Foxchase's management that the men were "about to move out" so, I should just "avoid them". The cockroaches were a huge problem in the beginning and had to be treated frequently throughout my first three years living in foxchase. The MICE never really went away. You could always hear them in the walls during the winter. I was planning on living here for a few more years because the price was alright for me and it was so set back that I felt safe blending in until the morning of President's Day when some old woman who works in management came banging on my door, shouting at me about how she smelled weed in the building. She issued threats and critiqued my lifestyle (my dog was nervous and had peed on the floor- this was like 8am on a holiday, so I wasn't alert or coherent in the least). After passing this judgment, goofing on my dog's accident, and making disparaging remarks about my colorful lifestyle, they all grinned at me like I was a fool and carried on their merry way. One good thing: N. Imboden St. parking is free, so you and your guests can go ahead and park there all you want without paying for a permit. Go nuts. I know I'm gonna be telling out-of-towners to park there and uber into the city (just because I have an axe to grind with foxchase at this point).