The Noise
Damn, it's been awhile. I figured I'd wait until the very moment I was completely sleep-deprived and in a zombie state before I posted again. Alas, the time has come.
Lots going on around the Elizabeth Taylor household. Health crises in the family and personally, tooth extractions, some loss of financial stability, having to wait on Netflix to deliver the next three DVDs of Six Feet Under, trying to keep the apartment stocked with enough wine to bear through all of the above. Damn, it never calms down around here!
I think it's time I've written of The Noise. The Noise ("TN") has been going on for quite some months now, at various times, typically early morning or late at night (or both?) At first I thought it was my neighbor sweeping. My apartment and neigbhorhood are situated in such a way that we're all basically crammed in here. I can look out my bedroom window and see into two different backyards/driveways. Same with the living room windows. Ah, the view. And this being my particular neighborhood of Hollywood, none of us exactly have air conditioners. All of our windows are open, at all times during this time of year (this will become relevant shortly.) But back to TN. So the first time I heard it, I assumed it was my neighbor sweeping their porch in the back. Stands to reason. But it was loud and would oftentimes be accompanied by a sneeze or a cough of some sort. One night some months ago at 2 a.m. I got overly curious, hopped out of bed, and looked out my window. Nothing. No sweeping neighbor. No seeming source to TN. I've been frustrated ever since.
Until last night. Since I've been struck down by the Insomnia From Hell, I was awake at 3:00 this morning to hear TN commence. I listened very, very hard (what else do you do at 3:00 a.m.?) I found it was definitely NOT sweeping. It is SNORTING. Yes, I said snorting. And I do believe I have discovered the source - my upstairs neighbor, Mr. Guitar Player. Only, he's been very silent as of late with his singing and his guitar-playing. Know why? He's snorting mountains of coke the likes of which haven't been seen since Scarface!
This is my only explanation of The Noise. Of course it was 3:00 a.m. and I haven't slept more than 4 hours straight since Saturday night. What the hell do I know?
Lots going on around the Elizabeth Taylor household. Health crises in the family and personally, tooth extractions, some loss of financial stability, having to wait on Netflix to deliver the next three DVDs of Six Feet Under, trying to keep the apartment stocked with enough wine to bear through all of the above. Damn, it never calms down around here!
I think it's time I've written of The Noise. The Noise ("TN") has been going on for quite some months now, at various times, typically early morning or late at night (or both?) At first I thought it was my neighbor sweeping. My apartment and neigbhorhood are situated in such a way that we're all basically crammed in here. I can look out my bedroom window and see into two different backyards/driveways. Same with the living room windows. Ah, the view. And this being my particular neighborhood of Hollywood, none of us exactly have air conditioners. All of our windows are open, at all times during this time of year (this will become relevant shortly.) But back to TN. So the first time I heard it, I assumed it was my neighbor sweeping their porch in the back. Stands to reason. But it was loud and would oftentimes be accompanied by a sneeze or a cough of some sort. One night some months ago at 2 a.m. I got overly curious, hopped out of bed, and looked out my window. Nothing. No sweeping neighbor. No seeming source to TN. I've been frustrated ever since.
Until last night. Since I've been struck down by the Insomnia From Hell, I was awake at 3:00 this morning to hear TN commence. I listened very, very hard (what else do you do at 3:00 a.m.?) I found it was definitely NOT sweeping. It is SNORTING. Yes, I said snorting. And I do believe I have discovered the source - my upstairs neighbor, Mr. Guitar Player. Only, he's been very silent as of late with his singing and his guitar-playing. Know why? He's snorting mountains of coke the likes of which haven't been seen since Scarface!
This is my only explanation of The Noise. Of course it was 3:00 a.m. and I haven't slept more than 4 hours straight since Saturday night. What the hell do I know?
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