A Pounding in My Head

For god’s sake man, what are you doing? Pounding back and forth across the floor above my head, back and forth, the length of your apartment, back and forth. What are you doing up there? What could you possibly be doing up there besides driving me crazy down here? Last night I layed in bed an hour listening to your goddam elephant feet until you finally sat down or layed down or goddam jumped out the window at around midnight. Now you’re at it again, this new habit, god, let it not be a habit. Holy shit! Are you trying to drive me insane? Are you trying to get me out of my bed, into my clothes, fuming mad out of this apartment and up to your door? One day I’d like to live out this fantasy of banging on the door of a loud neighbor and beating his head with a hammer. No, probably not a great idea, but so damn rewarding in my mind. What the hell is wrong with people that they were set on this world simply to drive me insane…

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    They really should just pay the extra money and have the jacuzzi company install it for them. A bit more expensive, but a lot less noisy.

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