Wednesday, February 08, 2006

More Fun with Neighbors

At 2:00 a.m. I woke up to a sound I hate more than almost any other on the planet: rap music. Specifically, the repetitive, intrusive bass line shaking the timbers of the house. And there was screaming, stomping, and laughing. I should have known there'd be trouble when I saw the four cars in the driveway last night, including a fire-engine red 2004 Mustang with County 1 plates. This garbage has got to go.

The vibrations apparently bothered someone else. I haven't seen a hobo in months, so long I've stopped perusing the corners of the shower stall before I step in, but this morning I just happened to catch movement out of the corner of my eye as I was pulling the curtain closed behind me. He died very quickly. It's always a bit of a disappointment when a hobo doesn't put up a fight.

Mary promised Dean, Anthony and I that if there was one more noise complaint, she'd call Kathy and make her give the white trash in #4 their walking papers. So long, suckers.

2 Comments:

Blogger Loweded Wookie said...

Don't forget to take photos of them leaving.

Chances are you'll be up for them to move.

February 8, 2006 at 6:07 PM  
Blogger A said...

I intend to provide a brass band- a very loud one- for the occasion.

February 8, 2006 at 10:06 PM  

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