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.