Oct 13, 2006 23:10
My neighbours believe themselves to be what the kids these days called 'hardcore'. I believe their music of choice is the phenomenon of 'gansta rap'. I'm not too certain of these details, though. I haven't had a stereo played turned up to 11 for the past three nights, starting at eleven pm. I haven't had to endure some bastardised kind of 'rap kareoke', freestylin' over shitty songs with bad lyrics and worse profanities synched with backbeats ripped from 70s songs, the originals of which I don't have downstairs and have no inclination to play back at them at an even higher volume, screaming 'this is the REAL thing, you're NEVER going to make it, you SUCK and OH YEAH, IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING!' I absolutely LOVE trying to work with a constant barrage of "muthafuckin bitches and pimps" outside my window. I should expect this kind of behaviour, living in a neighbourhood so down and dangerous that is in no way within a twelve block radius of some of the most priviledged schools in the state. I definitely will not be calling the cops if it continues past midnight.
I am absolutely not going to play Vanilla Ice at top volume with my speakers against the windows screaming 'this is the highest to which you could ever hope to amount'.
Except for the parts where I have, I do and I totally will.
love thy neighbour,
woe,
bitching