Last night I was playing the 360 with you guys till... What? about 1am your time? maybe??? Anyway, that was about 11pm my time. After that I was online and listening to music. For the most part being quite quiet.
Then the banging started. BOOM BOOM BOOM at my door. It's like 1 am now. "Go FUCK yourself!" I scream. Now louder, BANG BANG BANG at the door. The damn dog is going ballistic. I get dressed really quick and go down to answer the door. It's the Brea Police.
"Number one," one of the officers says first, "you don't tell the police to 'Go fuck ourselves.'" Then he starts bitching about the noise. I am like "What noise?" I was listening to "Glorious Dawn" online. I was pretty damn quiet considering how drunk I was.
Now, it's fucking war with my neighbors. Those fuckers who let their five year old roam the streets like pedophile bait and make sounds like they are burrowing through the walls have the NERVE to ***** about me in the wee hours??? It's fucking on, John.
I originally wrote this for a specific person, so sorry if it sounds like it is directed at you, the reader. It's not. But it kind of is. Any "Bad Neighbor" stories that you can tell me to lighten my mood? Please share.
Then the banging started. BOOM BOOM BOOM at my door. It's like 1 am now. "Go FUCK yourself!" I scream. Now louder, BANG BANG BANG at the door. The damn dog is going ballistic. I get dressed really quick and go down to answer the door. It's the Brea Police.
"Number one," one of the officers says first, "you don't tell the police to 'Go fuck ourselves.'" Then he starts bitching about the noise. I am like "What noise?" I was listening to "Glorious Dawn" online. I was pretty damn quiet considering how drunk I was.
Now, it's fucking war with my neighbors. Those fuckers who let their five year old roam the streets like pedophile bait and make sounds like they are burrowing through the walls have the NERVE to ***** about me in the wee hours??? It's fucking on, John.
I originally wrote this for a specific person, so sorry if it sounds like it is directed at you, the reader. It's not. But it kind of is. Any "Bad Neighbor" stories that you can tell me to lighten my mood? Please share.