2 hours had passed as I laid down on my bed. The eyes were starting to close and the mind started to drift to the beginnings of a dream.
And then I heard....Soulja boy
Grr.. dumb radio.
Two words, my neighbours! Its what? 11.00 pm, 1. 30 am? And that music is blasting its loudest through the ceiling. I tell you if I only had a shot gun.
Times like these make me wish I kept the m16 rifle with me instead of that NS belt.
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