because a Reverend can't be wrong.
GOOD FUCKING LORD!
Mr. Police Officer just knocked on my door. Said there was a complaint that my music was too loud. Huh? I didn’t TOUCH the volume knob and had an entire conversation with him with no problems. It was certainly NOT extreme by any means.
Bastard neighbors.
The music I am listening too is a bit bassy… and I do have a subwoofer, which carries though apartment walls. But the subwoofer is on the floor and not against any walls and I live on the first floor. I don’t think it could have been the people behind me or across from me. It must have been my upstairs neighbors.
I swear to god… if I hear their kids running across the living room, kicking their feet in the tub, slamming doors, dropping things in the kitchen, or any other such noise I will just be forced to call the police myself.
No… I wouldn’t do that. Well… maybe I would… but only if I knew for sure who it was. I wish people would fucking come knock on my door or call me. No need to send out a goddamn police officer. At least if they showed me their face, I would know WHO it was bothering so I could attempt to figure out HOW it was bothering them, so that I could fix it and then we would both be happy.
Give me a fucking break.
For those interested… I was listening to Massive Attack’s Mezzanine album.
Looks like Blogger needs money too. heh.
(big huge fat daniel-life-over-past-few-days-in-a-nutshell post coming soon… stay tuned)
