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.


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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