There’s a guy in the neighborhood.
And what a ‘gangsta’ he is.
Oh… the hate. Mixed with pity.
He installed that fucking sound when he locks or unlocks the car.
Volume 11.
And now all the neighborhood knows when he’s around.
I tried to use that unpredictable event as a trigger.
Not for anger- but as a call to do positive stuff.
Exercise- for example.
But it’s draining me.
I really don’t like the sounds of the car of the guy who wants to be a gangsta.
