oh fuck me
Domestic Violence Guy is back. Apparently management in their brilliance relocated him to another loft in the building to remove him from the “I am an uber recording studio jackass” guy to avoid bloodshed and then when the only nice quiet writer guy in the building moved out [gee I wonder why?] relocated him again —
ON. THE. OPPOSITE. SIDE. OF. ME.
How do I know this?
A familiar voice screaming out the window at people in the street.
I go ask him to not scream out the window. I ask nice too, even though I am probably vibrating with rage and betrayal.
He gets whingy: “What am I supposed to do?”
Hello. Not whinge at me and not scream out the window you punk ass baby man.
I am so out of calm with this.