Yeah, not so happy.
Reason #1: Horn honkers
I went to bed around 11:30 last night. I was tired and achy and I just wanted to sleep. I dozed off and fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
Until 1:30 a.m.
That's when some fucktard drove into our quiet little street and decided to honk their horn for someone to come out and get in their car and go God only knows where.
In today's world of cell phones, horns should be obsolete. PICK UP YOUR DAMN CELL PHONE AND CALL OUR SORRY-ASS FRIEND, YOU STUPID FUCK! Decent people are trying to sleep here.
Reason #2: No curfews
We have a young and hip mayor who thinks curfews are not the answer to getting kids off the street.
I beg to differ. Especially at 1:30 a.m., after I've been awakened by the aforementioned horn honking fucktard, and I can't get back to sleep because a group of kids two or three blocks over is hootin' and hollerin' it up.
What the hell are these kids doing out after 12:00 and where the hell are their parents?
Reason #3: My Nucking Futz Neighbor
It's 6:20 a.m. and my crazy, Vietnam Vet, I'm-on-disability, often drunk, jazz playing neighbor is outside right now running his weed whacker whacking his weeds.
I'd like to whack him.
Yeah. I'm not liking urban living so much right now.
Is it too much as a homeowner and tax payer to expect reasonable peace and quiet between the hours of 11:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m.? Honestly?
Sheesh. I should move to the country.