As many of you know, I moved into a new home in the last few months and out of The Village of the Damned. Continue reading
How much rudeness can be packed into one apartment? Some day, hopefully soon, I’ll look back and miss my time here.
Residing in Apt #666 downstairs in The Village of the Damned, is Mr Marlboro Man, his little Missus, a young teen boy and a tiny yipping canine. Y’all have heard me talk about Mr Marlboro Man before and I’m about to again. Continue reading
The inmates were restless and tempers flared last night In The Village of the Damned. I heard pounding on the walls and I couldn’t tell if the sound was coming from directly next door or if it came from the apartment below them. I went back to idly flipping through the channels trying to find a decent show to watch on a Tuesday night. Continue reading
Have you ever heard the sound a pack of hyenas make when they’re attacking prey? That’s the same sound my neighbors downstairs make when they’re doing the wild thing.
I hope they finish soon. (Yes, I do watch too much Nat Geo Wild.)