Landlords. We lived in an apartment complex filled with retirees. They gossipped and told the landlords all these lies. It was bad enough that they stared at me like I was gonna mug them (how the hell am I intimidating? On Gabriel Iglesias' Fat Scale, I'm somewhere between "Fluffy" and "Damn!"), but they basically ran us out. If they'd told the landlords I was sacrificing goats and practicing devil worship, they'd have believed them.