Friday, August 29, 2003

Before we move, I'm going upstairs and shoving a dead rat into the mailbox of the people upstairs. University boys, around 23-25, and almost every night, LOUD, AMATURE, THUMPING ROCK MUSIC. And no matter how many times we ask them to turn it down, or call the office or whatever, and they just totally ignore us. Isn't it after three warnings, they get evicted? Christ, I want to cram that guitar and/or sterio right up their ass.

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