my charming upstairs neighbor
The voice of a young man stumbling off from the bars, talking too loud like drunk too loud young men do, wandering towards my building’s entrance.
“Let’s break something. I want to break something.”
That voice I do not recognize. I recognize the second voice though. My charming upstairs neighbor.
He wants to break something too.
They stumble around looking for something to break.
It is all about how much fun it is beating up fags. Going to gay bars and beating up fags.
They never find anything to break.
They stumble inside and upstairs.