Musings of a Hapabukbuk

Monday, July 13, 2009

WTHIWWY - City Life, Verse X

A reading from the book of What The Hell Is Wrong With You?:

Dear next door neighbor:

Were you bothered at all by the banging this morning? Did it sound like someone was standing in their closet, repeatedly hitting the walls with a hanger?

Good. Because that's exactly what it was. Every freaking day you wake me up by hitting the wall with something. The hangers in your closet is annoying enough, why must you hit the wall? Why? Why are you even touching that wall? I've seen the layout of your apartment. The only thing you could possibly put up against the wall we share is a dresser, so why are you HITTING it? The resentment is deepening. Despite the fact that you are an otherwise decent neighbor, a little loud at times but that's acceptable, the waking me up both at night and in the morning by hitting the wall makes me hate you. Deeply.

Please stop before I wake you up with a sledgehammer.