Things That Go Bump In My Night

Zero four hundred hours and I am taking (trying to) take a nap.

Bang! Clang! Bump! Crash! Boom!

All of this emanating from my next-door neighbor, Timothy’s apartment.

Our shared wall separating us was shaking, vibrating.

I got out of bed, opened my back door expecting to see police cars or ambulances arriving.


All quiet on The Commerce Lion’s Den Front

I think I should stop giving Timothy free beer; he may have a problem with booze.

I did not ‘check’ on him because this is how I live my life:

I mind my own business.

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