An open letter to the people next door
Dear people next door,
Could you get some not shitty music? Or at least crank down the bass? It's really your call. And could you get whoever the hell those girls in you room are to stop sounding like they're being raped? Unless they are, and then you should have me call the cops on you. But really, the bass. Awful. I can hear it in the bathroom, and that's like six rooms down... Are you guys having one of those "orgies" right now? There's a lot of happy screeching going on over there tonight. Significantly more that usual. HEY, THE MUSIC STOPPED!
Nope, back.
Also, if you have to continue to play the music that's slowly shaking things off the walls, could you refrain from playing that one song with the one, wildly fluctuating bass note sustained throughout? That's my least favorite. Music's off again! Apparently, we've reached an understanding. Thanks for listening! Could you stop dribbling the fucking basketball as well? Again, thank you!
Probably setting fire to your car,
Kevin Vredevoogd
P.S. And if you run into our door at three in the morning one more time, I'm going to pee through the tiny slit under your door into your room.
Note to anyone who is reading this/cares: Outside of the above complaints, I'm having a fantastic time up here.
Could you get some not shitty music? Or at least crank down the bass? It's really your call. And could you get whoever the hell those girls in you room are to stop sounding like they're being raped? Unless they are, and then you should have me call the cops on you. But really, the bass. Awful. I can hear it in the bathroom, and that's like six rooms down... Are you guys having one of those "orgies" right now? There's a lot of happy screeching going on over there tonight. Significantly more that usual. HEY, THE MUSIC STOPPED!
Nope, back.
Also, if you have to continue to play the music that's slowly shaking things off the walls, could you refrain from playing that one song with the one, wildly fluctuating bass note sustained throughout? That's my least favorite. Music's off again! Apparently, we've reached an understanding. Thanks for listening! Could you stop dribbling the fucking basketball as well? Again, thank you!
Probably setting fire to your car,
Kevin Vredevoogd
P.S. And if you run into our door at three in the morning one more time, I'm going to pee through the tiny slit under your door into your room.
Note to anyone who is reading this/cares: Outside of the above complaints, I'm having a fantastic time up here.