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We thought it was entertaining at 9 p.m.?

Now it’s 12:30 in the morning. THE most unholy racket has been going on out there since shortly before midnight: a long, loud rolling tattoo of BAM BANG BLAST BANG WHISTLE BLAST BANG BAM.

Yeah. Some fun, eh Fun? What the Hell gets into people? Is every moron in the neighborhood (and in all the surrounding neighborhoods) drunk, high, or stoned stupid?

Ruby the Corgi, who apparently is not enraged by Stupid, is conkered out on the bed. Wish I was, too. But even after the morons get finished “celebrating,” the arm will still hurt so much it will obviate sleeping.

May every idiot who can’t force him- or herself to think about other people enjoy the same. Lots of the same, in upcoming nights.

1 thought on “We thought it was entertaining at 9 p.m.?”

  1. I’m so sorry about the racket and about your arm. At least you won’t have to listen to it again until what? July 4th?
    It was shockingly quiet here in my neighborhood. I’d showered and was brushing out my wet hair when midnight struck. Nothing happened, absolutely nothing. I heard a couple of brief bangs, several minutes apart later in the wee hours. Very strange.

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