This has been a most interesting hour
Three contractors staring into my window as they crawl under my apartment tying to fix who knows what. Me choking on cement dust and who knows what else coming out of the apartment under construction next door. But best of all my neighbors, working on their new rap song. Spinal Tap like volume control (“ours goes up to eleven”) as far as an entire block just in case we can’t hear them, off key singing (my favorite) and of course lots and lots of the foulest language ever to be written or spoken that would have made the censors of Mark Twain faint. Ah, the ambience. Maybe a day job next. Is that too cynical?