Fucking bitch-ass police....
So Tonight I was bored and I went to play some games with people from school. It was all fun and well and good. I went to Down the hatch on Couranna road afterwards and had a few drinks. I came home around 2:00 O'clock.
Around 3 am the fucking ridiculously loud easy-listening nu-pop shit starts blaring from my neighbors house. I wait about 20 minutes to see if there's some end in sight. It's now about 3:00. I knock on their door about 3:20 as it's not getting any quieter.I just want to fucking sleep. It'd be different if they were playing anything that was remotely decent, it's something altogether different when Justin fucking Timberlake is blaring at concert fucking volumes through my wall and all I hear is the fucking bass.
In response to my knocking the stupid cunts turn up the volume. Like this shit was ever meant for anyone over the age of 12 years old to listen to. Let alone those who could afford their own stereo to be playing it this loud... "Fine fuckers!" I say. I call the cops.
4:00 am the cops come, I go out to talk to them. Needless to say they're complete fucking dick heads. "HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CALLED?" they ask me. "Because I'm out here to talk to you?" I say. That, not being good enough, prompts the cop to go on his 'I-played-football-in-highschool-so-I'm-really-fucking-smart' speech about how 'he wouldn't know who left the call since no one left a name.' I just looked at him and said, "Look. I'm not giving you any shit. If they didn't tell you my name for some reason, that's not my god damn problem. I left my name, phone number and address with the 911. My problem is the assholes blaring the music so loud I can't sleep."
His response "They said they'll turn it down."
Woo hoo, officer. You saved the fucking day. Why not just tell me that, insted of being a fucking prick about it? Oh wait, cause you're a piece of shit cop.
Cops always say stupid shit like "yEAh bUt WheN U Get In A Jam Who's The First One you CAll?" Newsflash dipshit: You're the ones we call because if we take matters into our own hands we get arrested. Believe me, I'd have liked nothing better than to throw a brick through their fucking window, walk into their house, and beat the shit out of their stereo with a fucking baseball bat for having such shitty taste in music. And not only having shitty taste, but for subjecting everyone else in my building to it. If they would have tried to stop me, It'd have been my pleasure to introduce them to the swiftly moving business-end of a bat.
Fucking people.
Love,
Chris
P.S. On a brighter note, my Trogdor shirt came in the mail today, as did jellifer's strong sad baby doll. Tommrow is the Rayna's birthday party. Hopefully she'll have fun.
Around 3 am the fucking ridiculously loud easy-listening nu-pop shit starts blaring from my neighbors house. I wait about 20 minutes to see if there's some end in sight. It's now about 3:00. I knock on their door about 3:20 as it's not getting any quieter.I just want to fucking sleep. It'd be different if they were playing anything that was remotely decent, it's something altogether different when Justin fucking Timberlake is blaring at concert fucking volumes through my wall and all I hear is the fucking bass.
In response to my knocking the stupid cunts turn up the volume. Like this shit was ever meant for anyone over the age of 12 years old to listen to. Let alone those who could afford their own stereo to be playing it this loud... "Fine fuckers!" I say. I call the cops.
4:00 am the cops come, I go out to talk to them. Needless to say they're complete fucking dick heads. "HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CALLED?" they ask me. "Because I'm out here to talk to you?" I say. That, not being good enough, prompts the cop to go on his 'I-played-football-in-highschool-so-I'm-really-fucking-smart' speech about how 'he wouldn't know who left the call since no one left a name.' I just looked at him and said, "Look. I'm not giving you any shit. If they didn't tell you my name for some reason, that's not my god damn problem. I left my name, phone number and address with the 911. My problem is the assholes blaring the music so loud I can't sleep."
His response "They said they'll turn it down."
Woo hoo, officer. You saved the fucking day. Why not just tell me that, insted of being a fucking prick about it? Oh wait, cause you're a piece of shit cop.
Cops always say stupid shit like "yEAh bUt WheN U Get In A Jam Who's The First One you CAll?" Newsflash dipshit: You're the ones we call because if we take matters into our own hands we get arrested. Believe me, I'd have liked nothing better than to throw a brick through their fucking window, walk into their house, and beat the shit out of their stereo with a fucking baseball bat for having such shitty taste in music. And not only having shitty taste, but for subjecting everyone else in my building to it. If they would have tried to stop me, It'd have been my pleasure to introduce them to the swiftly moving business-end of a bat.
Fucking people.
Love,
Chris
P.S. On a brighter note, my Trogdor shirt came in the mail today, as did jellifer's strong sad baby doll. Tommrow is the Rayna's birthday party. Hopefully she'll have fun.