Let me being by saying that if I could give this apartment less than 1 star, I most certainly would.
I have must, unfortunately (and most embarrassingly, I might add), admit that I have lived here for nearly two years now. I can't being to put into a narrative how awful this place is to live, but I can make a list:
1. I walked in this evening, after a 15-hour work day, to find 4 giant piles of vomit all over my porch and in front of my door.
2. Cigarette ashes and butts are a persistent feature in every direction that one looks.
3. Neighbors who are forever inconsiderate; loud, stomping up and down stairs, slamming doors, and yelling. The walls are so thin, they might as well be in a 2" perimeter of your face.
4. The most poor construction you could imagine. The owners most reluctantly paid over $200 to repair damage to my car after it rained and concrete glue leaked onto my hood, causing nearly permanent damage to my vehicle.
5. Dogs that shit everywhere and piss everywhere and nobody even cares to clean it up. Expect to step in shit and piss on a daily basis if you move here. Do you enjoy that? Oh you do? Okay, well come on!
6. Do you like to pay outrageous prices to live in a place that is made, basically, by IKEA? Not to hate on IKEA, but if I'm going to pay over $2,000 a month for a shoebox, I expect a little more than this. Every piece of hardware has broken multiple times: door hinges, doorknobs, cabinet hinges, towel racks. You name it, it has broken. And honey, I'm as gay as they come, and I can promise you, it wasn't from poor treatment or lack of care.
7. Speaking of terrible neighbors, our neighbors seems to delight not only in leaving their mangy animal's feces on our porches (and their own vomit on doorsteps), but they also PILE garbage at the base of the elevator (which also frequently has the smells of piss, foul rotten food, or farts that came from the Devil himself, I'm sure). People here have no consideration for anybody but their own nasty selves. Clearly, piling unwanted furnishing from your own IKEA purchases at the base of the garbage bins until frugal community members can't deposit their own tidy bags of garbage is an acceptable practice.
8. Even if you have three people in a two-bedroom apartment, you only get one parking spot. Everyone else with a car has to fight the drunken patrons of Spin.
9. While this next issue isn't directly related to Loft 2015, it might as well be. Whoever finds it reasonable to build a living community (which is not Section 8 or a homeless shelter) directly across the street from a ghetto nightclub, a recycling center (which is like a beacon for crazy, thieving, homeless zombies who would rather stab you than live a day without a meth needle or aluminum cans), or a sex shop where despicable 40-something married men can whack off to gay porn, is clearly an idiot: can't put it any more plainly than that. Worse, is any slightly sane person that would decide to spend their hard-earned money here. You might as well join the string-thing wearing loafers that frequent the club across the street and pass out in the trash that one must wade through to get through one's front door.
10. Spin: Loud. Disgusting. Disrespectful. The patrons are gross and so are the owners. I kid you not; we have heard (again, as if they were in the room with us) multiple threats of murder toward people coming out of Spin on a nightly basis. Having to sleep on the couch for fear of a stray bullet ending my life is no way to spend my hard earned money. The cars line up and block the streets, and forget about parking Thursday-Sunday night. Be careful not to hit whores strutting their way over to twerk in front of you own door. Everyone, apparently, knows the code to our gate.
11. We have security at Loft 2015? This might as well be King Burger. True story: I walked out of the elevator one evening (again, after a long and trying day) to find a very young and most lost poor soul sitting on the sad, sad couches that we call "common area", texting away on his phone. He was wearing a "security uniform" and asked me who he was supposed to check in with because it was his first day and he didn't know where to go. Well, first off, how did you even get in here? And second, I have no idea who your boss is supposed to be! The security guards change months because nobody knows what the hell is going on or what the hell they are even supposed to do. They aren't trained or directed. They won't help you. They won't protect you. We've had multiple break-ins at 2015: TRUTH. Security here is a joke. You might as well put a sign on your door that says "the code to the gate is **** and my apartment number is ***. Just break my cheap IKEA windows and take whatever you want. Hell. Stay a night. Put your feet up on my cheap IKEA counter and smoke some bud. Everyone else does!"
12. Homeless people EVERYWHERE and EVERYONE morning and night. I know it's San Diego, but if you want to pay premium an read more