Letter to my new neighbor who's "in the music industry".

Dear Neighbor,

Hi there.  I know we just met this past weekend, but I gotta tell ya...I'm not sure what that was last night, or what to make of your performance.  Banging on the tailgate of your Dodge Ram pick up truck with your drumsticks for a half hour straight makes me wonder ALLOT of things about you my friend.  Allot.  

A small part of me wondered if it was drugs.  An even smaller part of me wondered if you'd suddenly been so inspired by your drive home in the suburbs that you just couldn't make it to your REAL drum set to start the set.  You know, the drum set INSIDE YOUR HOUSE THAT WE CANNOT HEAR.  A larger part of me wondered if this was actually a test.  To see how loud and how long you could go before we said something. Heh heh heh.  Silly man. That just makes me laugh.  I have a husband who loves to run his wood chipper.  A LOUD wood chipper that can be be turned on VERY early in the morning.  Now granted, it would take great leaps of faith and determination to get my husbands ass out of bed on a weekend morning. He would have to DRAG it out of bed...and it WOULD BE PAINFUL.  But he's a stubborn son of a bitch with HUGE passive aggressive issues.  So rest assured, he'd do it.  At 7 a.m. on a Saturday. 

BRING IT my friend.

Oh, and you'd best watch the neighbor on your other side.  He's not passive aggressive...he's just rich, and he throws money at everything.  Including tickets to the policeman's ball.

Welcome to the Neighborhood.

Comments

[julie daly]

I can't wait to see how this one progresses!!! Keep us posted... PLEASE :)

[K]

did he just get back from the race at MIS this weekend? cuz it sounds like he might have been one of the guys there