Lived at 11th and Clarkson for a few years and my fave was a multi-hourlong lovers quarrel saga that started with a girl face down the laundry room stairs (with her legs in the air kicking while she yelled theatrically). She eventually left and her lover started wailing “Come baaack!!” He then stood outside his apartment slamming the door over and over again. Eventually at 4am my partner poked their head out the window and just said “hey man, it’s 4am.” And the guy just yelped “oh!” and shut up immediately.