threeplusfire | (no subject)

Last night I went to bed with earplugs and my head under the pillow. I could still hear the music from our moronic drug dealer neighbors. I wanted to start screaming. I should have called the police, but I figured a holiday weekend would keep them pretty busy with drunk drivers and other more pressing matters. Knocking on their door and politely asking them to turn down the music is out of the question. Not that it would matter as they had all the damn windows open.

Only a few more months, I keep telling myself. A few more months. A few more months.