When I moved, it was under the guise that my new digs would not be quite as loud as the old digs. This make sense when you realize that I lived above a wine bar in a historic and LOUD neighborhood in good ole San Francisco. I didn't move far. I didn't even really change my address, just my apartment letter. Rather than living facing said historic street, I now face trees, cats, yards, solitude and quietness. Er...so I thought.
Never one to subscribe to the college kids suck ass manifesto before, I do now. Wankers. Jack Asses. Give me a good insult, swear word, or just the SF PD at this point.
Every night between 11pm and 4am, I battle an entitled, long haired, waste-of-space who doesn't consider me neighborly when I request that he NOT play his acoustic guitar all night long or ask him stop requesting, loudly and drunkenly, that dumb-ass girls to kiss him because "they're sososo beautifulul". Shocking that they don't want to kiss him and he's left bereft to play lame ass hippie (no offense) music all night long.
In any event, I'm at war. I will win. There is very little in this life that I hate more than entitled college kids. The SF PD and his landlord assure me this will not continue. If I must, I will file noise complaint and noise complaint in order to get this fucker out of my window.
I'm not cooking tonight. Nope. It's a Wednesday.
Try Nopalito or Magnolia or Perbacco. Again, support the local guy. I know I will.