Because I work nights, I tend to sleep during the day but
today I was awoken early by the sound of an alarm. Not your average alarm but
one of those natural disaster alarms that they play on TV to warn you of an
impending tornado, flooding or a rabid Justin Beiber fans.
Naturally, I think I'm going to die. In the final stretch of
my stay here, the state has finally decided to come and kill me (I would say
that the state will never take me alive but I think that's kind of the point).
But all that worrying was for nothing, turns out it was just my roommate
listening to his obnoxiously loud music and that's coming from someone who's a
fan of the genre.
When I first moved in, I asked what the rules of the house were.
Nothing about not being annoying or keeping hookers outside on the street
corner where they belong or even illegal activities. The one rule that was
given was to not be loud. That's it. We have one rule, just one, and even that can't be followed.
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