gyrmination

There was a party of losers upstairs last night. At nine I entered my room. The irritating voice of one man speaking about 30 decibels too loudly into his cell phone filtered in. Around ten (I had already turned off the lights and was trying to sleep) sounds of raucous merriment boomed down from the rooftop restaurant. People were obviously getting drunk and wild in their beers. Eleven thirty: screaming and yelling.

“… Fuck! … fuck! … FUCK! … fuck! … Get the fuck AWAY FROM ME! … FUCK! … fuck! …”

Things are breaking and clattering to the floor. Fists being smashed. Angry argumentation punctuated by cries of indignation. Mashing around of footsteps.

Jesus Christ,

Who let the bog’ns out?
Woof
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