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Sigh.
I love my neighborhood, I really do.
Most of the time. The weekends, I start getting a little pissy about the fratboy/B&T crowd. But the weeks are usually good.
Tonight, though, there's been a crazy man underneath my window alternately ranting incoherently and blasting Rod Stewart from his boombox. He's young & white, and I'm assuming schizophrenic, just from my observations of him. He yells at the Harley riders as they roar by, which is every 20 minutes.
It's part & parcel of living in a big city - specifically SF. I know this, and I can't really get angry about it. I do miss my quiet neighborhood in MSP sometimes, though.
Most of the time. The weekends, I start getting a little pissy about the fratboy/B&T crowd. But the weeks are usually good.
Tonight, though, there's been a crazy man underneath my window alternately ranting incoherently and blasting Rod Stewart from his boombox. He's young & white, and I'm assuming schizophrenic, just from my observations of him. He yells at the Harley riders as they roar by, which is every 20 minutes.
It's part & parcel of living in a big city - specifically SF. I know this, and I can't really get angry about it. I do miss my quiet neighborhood in MSP sometimes, though.
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