Perhaps a plane could kamikaze itself through the upstairs neighbors’ apartment

Psycho bitch upstairs has been hollering since 9 p.m.  It’s midnight and my buzz has worn off and my blood pressure is off the charts. 

On this somber day, intelligent people are reflecting and being grateful to be alive. Dis bitch be like, “Yo Yo Motherfucker” and Big Giant Pussy be all like, “Why you be like dis?” And then things and children go flying. 

Last week I was in a hotel. I’m trying to go back there in my head. But after being awakened by this ‘ho dropping glass shit on the bare floor over my bed the last two days, I don’t know how either of us is still alive right now. I really don’t. 

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