living the dream...

yeah that's right. i did it.

last night my upstairs neighbor/lars ulrich wannabe once again started entertaining his hungry "e-fans" on rock band at 10:30 p.m. i thought to myself that surely he wouldn't go for very long, so i figured after i had taken a shower, done some dishes and taken the trash out he would probably be done. Wrong. at 11:45 he was feverishly pounding away at his plastic drumset, fueled by the roar from a crowd of people living in his t.v. so i walked up stairs, knocked on his door, and waited. after a short time he opened the door just enough so that he could see who i was (this was kind of awkward...made me feel like a creeper or something). i extended a request for him to put his sticks to rest and that if he couldn't get a score of 90% on Dani California after an hour and fifteen minutes, success probably wasn't in his near future. He somewhat sheepishly apologized and sunk back into the armchair of his single occupancy apartment/drum throne amid a sold-out concert hall filled with excited fans. i walked back down to my place, speculating on the next time i would be awoken at 6:30 a.m. by the thump of a kick drum, struggling to keep from getting booed off the stage for too poor a performance of When You Were Young by the killers.