It’s 8:30 in the morning. My neighbor’s have their stereo thumping.
It annoys me to no end. It’s that techno stuff, with that “thumpa thumpa” that vibrates the walls. There is absolutely nothing I can do about it, either. I thought when I moved into my own home that I wouldn’t have to deal with such rudeness. I didn’t realize that condo’s are just like apartments. The walls are thin. I can literally hear these people fart if I strained hard enough to hear.
I dream of a house, far away from people.
I long to drink my coffee in blissful silence.
These people moved in last year, after the owner passed away. They have two kids, and the young boy runs up and down the stairs. Thud. Thud. Up and down. The couple fights, usually on the weekends. You can hear them screaming at each other. The husband has a ball sack hanging off his truck.
When people come to visit, they always bring it up. Hey, what’s up with the balls? Just the sight of them brings my property value down. I suppose they don’t give a shit. They are only renting, after all.
Why can’t they at least listen to something that doesn’t suck?
I have always tried to be a decent neighbor. I keep my music down, pick up my dog’s poo, and don’t display genitals. How is it that some people just don’t care? Maybe I should retaliate? Blast The Beatles White Album?
But then I would be stooping to their level, and I am not a fan of dick moves. I could put my back against the wall and get a free massage from the vibrations, I guess.
Wait..it stopped. No, just switched to another song that sounds exactly like the one they just turned off.
Maybe I should borrow those balls…