max goes rambo on the domestic violence neighbors
I am typing my little fingers to the bone. Getting work done that needs to be done. Now. Today. And also requires, you know, thought? Concentration? Serenity? Quiet?
And it starts.
Boom, all concentration is gone.
And today I lose it.
Today I slam out the door and slam slam slam Bad Neighbor Guy’s door because I am not sitting through this not again, not the three or four or five or however many hours this guy is going to go before I finally call the cops and shut him down.
Which maybe is not so smart it is March 3 and March 3 is supposed to be Suck Eggs Day and going head to head with Bad Neighbor Guy is probably a good way to get myself decked but I am so mad I am not thinking that I am just thinking, This stops now.
The woman answers the door. He is still screaming full volume. Into a phone? He is screaming that loud into a phone? Hell, he does not even need a phone at that volume, at that volume, they can hear him in Iowa without help from phonic devices. I say, I am not doing this today. You shut him up and shut him down and you do it now. She is excited and starts telling me something about credit cards going awry and he will settle down when that is resolved. I say, No, you turn him off now.
I come back to my place. Knowing I am going to have an adrenaline headache in a few hours. Being that mad always does that. Slams too much adrenaline into my system and leaves me with a hella headache after. Damn adrenaline.
But. Miraculously? He stops yelling.