**AITA for telling my neighbor to "get the hell outta my yard" because he was practicing his J.K. Simmons impression at 3 AM?**
So I (34M) live in a quiet suburb. Last night, I’m trying to sleep, and I hear this gravelly voice screaming, “WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT?!” from the backyard next door. I look out the window, and it’s my new neighbor, Dave (45M), full-on method acting in his bathrobe, holding a tiny plastic Oscar. He’s going for that *Whiplash* "not my tempo" energy, but he sounds like a chain-smoking Muppet.
I go out and tell him to shut it. He says, "I'm building character for my one-man show, 'A Life in Spite of Gravity.'" I told him his character study was interrupting my test for tinnitus. He yelled, "YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT THAT DAMN EXPOSURE SETTING!" and threw a phone book at my face.
Now his wife is crying, and the HOA is getting involved. AITA? TL;DR: Neighbor thinks he's J.K. Simmons, I think he's just a guy who lost his car keys again.