Here I am in front of my house. Kevin’s in his kitchen. Windows always open. He thumps around. Clatters pots while screaming. You can ask him to stop making a specific noise at a specific time. But he doesn’t internalize the bigger concept. You shouldn’t do meth and play drums at 2AM. Crank your enormous top of the line subwoofer you bought the day after your new neighbor moved in, before sunrise. Judo throw your fat girlfriend, who screams from the diaphragm like a theater major, into load bearing studs and hollow core doors.
I spent the night with a girl in Thousand Oaks once. You'd be surprised how many bikers run around that city at night. She slept with earplugs; I had to suffer through the night. The suburbs really aren't any better, especially near the freeway.
I spent the night with a girl in Thousand Oaks once. You'd be surprised how many bikers run around that city at night. She slept with earplugs; I had to suffer through the night. The suburbs really aren't any better, especially near the freeway.