Sweet Jesus! No sooner had I posted about our neighbors and their delicate ear holes when what should happen, but the very same drummer I referenced had his car keyed right in front of our house.
It was during the hours of 10PM to 7AM the next morning. I was up until 5 that morning playing video games downstairs and I heard nothing.
There are two possibilities here.
1. One of the punk ass skateboarding kids who are always hanging out in front of our house and asking us how to be as cool as we are did it.
2. Our neighbors did it.
Now that is some creepy shit!
Extra creepy shit!
When our drummer heard about the letter from me last night, he said, "I know which house that is."
"What the fuck, how?" I said.
"It’s that one," he pointed. "Every time I’m playing drums during the day, I see a silhouette in that window there. That’s gotta be the house."
Grim echos of mayhem and hate whisper from the shadows of paranoia. I ask, what comes next?
Feud. It cannot be unsaid.
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1 the rapist for 500 alex // Dec 31, 2005 at 7:28 am
This is what you should do: write them a letter back. That’s all. It should be a nice letter, like, “dear kindly neighbor, it is a pleasure living near you. we hate to complain about anything, but there is one thing that bothers us. the sound of that cunt that lives there having sex with the mail-man is driving us insane. tell her to please keep it down during the day.”
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