Send help

Well it’s late so naturally the upstairs assholes are in full swing. 

Oh yeah. About that. Things have gotten worse. Much worse. 

I have stories to tell, but not this close to what would be bedtime but is really the beginning of what becomes three-ish hours of praying to Mecca using a karaoke sound system. With lots of rap music to follow for good measure. And slamming every door, drawer and oil drum like an entire OCD support group. 

I am not kidding about planning to leave town. Everyone else got to move away and keep their job. That’s the only thing keeping me here. If they would let me grab the seasonal rental I’ve been eyeing about 110 miles from here, I’d be very lucky

That’s what I will pray for tonight. You know.  Since I’ll be awake anyway. 

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