there are grown men in the playground downstairs from where i live. before i had a peek, all i heard were shouting. like madmen who had ran out of antidepressants or perhaps stung by bees. it also seemed like they could be secretly supplied with all the lozenges in the world including unlimited voice rehab treatments. yes, there was a lot of shouting and yes, it was very.loud. of course i had to take a peek. to see if it would continue and if any human or animal was in danger. lo and behold, 7 (somewhat) grown men doing push ups and attempting to stand on their heads. they do not appear to be drunk but what compels them to do such activities at this time of the night on a weekday is beyond logic. i am tempted to throw a bag of ice cubes at them but 1)i don't want to waste my ice cubes 2)my throwing skills aren't much to brag about. and why do i want to do such? because simply i have zero tolerance for such sounds. at this time of the night.
so what do i do?
i vent in hopes they will shut the hell up and migrate to another playground far far away and yonder.
well.
well!
did an invisible genie just hang out on my shoulder and grant my wish? thank you genie. too kind you are and to others you shall service.
go watch american horror story.
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