doc is of the opinion they are too afraid of me
to do much more than keep the bass up
and stay inside their apartment
they've been talking shit about me (and we don't even know each other past first names and i'll watch your stuff, you watch mine)
apparently the bitch married to the cool guy
was the complex gossip
so everyone know's i'm crazy, and thanks to her,
thinks i'm dangerous as well
the sides of my head are shaved, i must be indiscriminately violent
piss heads
after watching "Girls Girls Girls" yesterday, i'm starting to see the benefits of living on a boat. loud music and outright noise i can handle, and like kind of. but obscure bass and slamming of doors at five in the morning makes me cranky right now.
