Wicked Attitude

If anyone reads this, I feel I am remiss in not introducing you to both of my neighbors.  One has the demon dog that she refuses to train and then there’s our other neighbor…techno boy.  He’s playing it right now at 9pm.  Now I’m not an old fart, I don’t get overly irritated unless it’s past 10pm and after 11pm. it’s just not acceptable.  Acceptable music levels means I should not have to turn up my tv because you have the need to get your beat on.  I often imagine what it is that makes him randomly bust out his rad beats on a Wednesday night at 8:50pm and worse, what he’s doing.  Let me first describe him.  He’s probably about 5′6″, has the hair fringe that he opted to shave but you can still see the stubble, thin and in his late 30’s, early 40’s.  I get this horrific vision of him all oiled up in leather pants, no shirt (kind of like Right Said Fred’s little brother) doing booty shakes and pops while a strobe light flashes.  Sometimes it takes a worse turn and I picture him doing lewd things with the windows open because the techno told him to.  It usually lasts for 20-30 minutes and then he’s done.  One day I should really try to walk past and see if he has the decency to close the windows or maybe I don’t want to do that.  It would be bad to see my heinous visions were anywhere near right.