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I think that is how the saying goes.

Yesterday I was sitting at home playing poker, in a chair by our windows. Said windows are on the front of the building and go up to the 10th floor. That means if someone on any of the floors between makes a loud noise, the windows pick it up similar to a guitar, and we can hear it in our place (if you are close to the windows).

While sitting there, I heard what sounded like people chanting "fight, fight, fight" and then sirens. The guys above us are college students and seem to play video games or watch sports pretty much non-stop when they are not loudly having sex with their girlfriends, occasionally drunkenly accusing them of cheating and slapping them around.
Great times.
I've largely come to tune them out, and in this case assumed they had the new GTA4 and there was some sort of fight scene in it and the sirens would explain that.

But it really sounded like it was outside, so I looked out and sure enough, right in front of our place were two cop cars, about 5 police, a paddy wagon, and an ambulance.
They had a guy on the ground in cuffs, and he was going into great detail about how he was innocent and/or framed. Roughly 15 feet to his side was a knife on the ground, and then a few other things that I couldn't tell what they were (I believe they were measuring tape carried by the police to denote distance of things at a crime scene - in this case the knife from various locations).

I later found out that the guy they arrested was "some crazy guy" who had tried to break into the building the previous night. The security guard had escorted him away, and then he came back this morning. When the security guard tried to escort him away, said crazy guy pulled a knife on him and cut him (not too badly thankfully, and not stabbed, as I saw the guy was still working his shirt later that same day).

The cops knew the guy and took him away, but obviously he would be back on the streets again soon enough.

On a good note, they raised my rent.

I've always felt that each time someone gets into a knife fight in front of where I live, it increases the value of the place.