4:00 am…

Again.

That’s when they come home from whatever fucking dive bar they’ve gotten themselves drunk into, or maybe even work at… I don’t know. I don’t care… I just want the noise to stop… If it’s not one falling to the ground drunk as a skunk, it’s the other fucking his mate for hours. Unless they decided to bring a group of friends over wearing lead boots and a handful of fire-ants in their underwear because it seems like not one of them fuckers can sit still for longer than 3 seconds.

We’ve tried the telephone approach. We’ve tried the face to face approach. We’ve tried the threatening approach by telling them we’ll have no choice but to tell the landlord. Every time we get a reprieve, but then it starts again. One night here… one night there… then two nights in a row…

On Friday night, we decided to watch This Is It, the MJ documentary film of the rehearsals for what was to be his last series of concert. Then the first song came on and didn’t realize how loud our sound system was and we both jumped in our seats… It was 7pm… and as DR reached for the remote control to lower the volume, I stopped him: “No, no! It’s time for the neighbours to get up now”…

I wanted a little bit of a revenge or sorts, but after the first song was over, that was all the really loud noise I could take… we lowered it to an acceptable level for us to continue watching.

Thing is, what do we do now? Do we start again with the telephone approach or the face to face approach? Do we tell the landlord? How freakishly childish would that be… Or do we start decorating the stairway to our apartments with signs that read:

It’s fucking 4am, shouldn’t you be sleeping too?
Lead Boots Allowed during Business Hours Only
Techno Dance Is Better With Earphones On at Midnight
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Give me ideas, I’m too “unrested” to think right now!

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