Saturday at the butt crack of dawn
Hell, it's not really dawn yet. At 2:49 a.m., some asshole beeped his horn (the type that tells your dumb ass that the doors are locked). Then he starts talking to some child-sounding person as if it were 2:49 in the fucking afternoon. So, now I am awake and his dumb ass is probably sound asleep. Idiots.
It's most likely a good idea I don't own a gun. I don't think I would aim at his dumb ass, but would shoot in the air so that Mr. Sensitivity will need to change his shorts...maybe even just toss them in the trash.
You've just gotta love the city and the renters that could give a shit if they wake you or not. Next year they will, most likely, move on to somewhere to wreak havoc with someone else's sleep.
It's most likely a good idea I don't own a gun. I don't think I would aim at his dumb ass, but would shoot in the air so that Mr. Sensitivity will need to change his shorts...maybe even just toss them in the trash.
You've just gotta love the city and the renters that could give a shit if they wake you or not. Next year they will, most likely, move on to somewhere to wreak havoc with someone else's sleep.