Unregistered
June 16th, 2005, 10:43 AM
To the fuckhead who ruined a good night's sleep on 13th Ave:
I was enjoying the peaceful rest of another night of sound slumber in
Queen Anne when you decided to indulge in your fetish of playing bad,
Southern California pop-punk at full volume. It was half an hour
before you, my fucking dense neighbor, realized that the whole fucking
neighborhood could hear your goddamn stereo, despite four or five
people shouting death threats at you out the window between songs.
Next time this happens, take the death threats seriously: I was
outside your garden wall with my baseball bat, about 10 seconds away
from climbing onto your front porch when you finally realized the
stereo OUTSIDE was on, too. Good timing, asshole, because I was ready
to do some smashing. I take my sleep very seriously, but the good
thing is that now all our neighbors and I know how much you really
love to play air guitar to the latest candy-ass single by Green Day.
Next time, headphones, or you will be sorry. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.
I was enjoying the peaceful rest of another night of sound slumber in
Queen Anne when you decided to indulge in your fetish of playing bad,
Southern California pop-punk at full volume. It was half an hour
before you, my fucking dense neighbor, realized that the whole fucking
neighborhood could hear your goddamn stereo, despite four or five
people shouting death threats at you out the window between songs.
Next time this happens, take the death threats seriously: I was
outside your garden wall with my baseball bat, about 10 seconds away
from climbing onto your front porch when you finally realized the
stereo OUTSIDE was on, too. Good timing, asshole, because I was ready
to do some smashing. I take my sleep very seriously, but the good
thing is that now all our neighbors and I know how much you really
love to play air guitar to the latest candy-ass single by Green Day.
Next time, headphones, or you will be sorry. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.