I thought that the guy upstairs would have given up by now. But he is still cranking his fucking music. That means that I have to keep up with him, and keep mine cranked up.
I generally like low volume all the time. I'm 55 now, and I guess my rockin' days are over.
But Frank (guy upstairs) must be guzzling a lot of booze since it is the holiday weekend. And now, I have to be the prick, and if he finally shuts his fucking Michael Jackson music off, I have to keep mine cranked, just to show him how it feels when you want to go to sleep,and the fucking music is still playing.
So, self inflicted torture to prove a point, that this drunk upstairs won't get anyway. Damn
My own fault for having to live like a poor man, surrounded by assholes. I deserve this for gambling all my money away.
Did I tell you that I lost $50,000 in 2 months. Who does that if they only make $15,000 per year? I don't want to talk about it.
Makes me sick. See you tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell you the story tomorrow, of how I got the 50 grand, and then how I gambled all it away in 8 weeks. Fuck
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Surround Sound Wars
My neighbor in the upstairs apartment invited me up for a shot of Hennessy White. It burned all the way down.
Its amazing that we are still cordial and friendly with each other. He is always cranking his surround sound system up until it shakes the glasses in my little downstairs apartment.
So , I went on Ebay, and bought myself a surrond sound system. Now when he blasts his, I blast mine. I'm fine with that.
Its amazing that we are still cordial and friendly with each other. He is always cranking his surround sound system up until it shakes the glasses in my little downstairs apartment.
Now , I couldn't , and shouldn't complain. We must both be in the same financial shape, or we wouldn't be living there.
He even asked me once if he was playing his stuff too loud. I told him that the only time he will hear mine, is when I can't hear my own, because of his. He was fine with that.
That's it for today....Just gonna chill for the rest of the evening.
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