Who has some strange relationship with the lunatic faux record producer guy with the lunatic faux recording studio down the hall but no key is pounding on the door and yelling. [His door, not mine. Not that there is a difference in volume between the two in cement floored hallways.] This happens regularly. Allegedly because he is “asleep.” I am thinking it is some sort of drug induced “asleep.”
The violent neighbor guy is again watching the television cranked up. I wonder if living next to the lunatic faux recording studio left him permanently deaf. It is either that or it really worked out better when he lived on the other side of a cement wall from me, the dry wall wall is so not working.
I am tired. Maybe it is time to sleep. And dream of far away men with gray blue eyes.