This quarter, I have a new guy subleasing the apartment with which I share a wall. The same quarter I need to write my thesis. This would be the day I live next door to a glorified frat boy. He permanently plays his music at 11. Even the freakin' Beatles. And while I love me some Beatles, I don't love it when I can here the lyrics while I am in the shower! So I have nicknamed my neighbor Thumper or Thumpy when I am being extra affectionate.
Unlike so many frat boys, this one believes in vacuuming. At 2AM. Probably before his drunk friends come over to hang out under my window. And talk loudly. Making fun of me. They party every night. The leave cheap beer cans on my car, and block the drive way. This is so many flavors of uncool. I am glad this guy only has 6 credits this quarter as an undergrad, but I have 18 and a thesis to write.
Since I refuse to move into the library while this guy lives his frat boy fantasy, I have tapped into my creative resources. Theatre people are both evil and creative. We also have access to seriously cool tools. Like killer amps, serious soldering irons and bright lights. Smokin' Fairy wants to set up some sound system against our shared wall and blare the most annoying music thinkable. Still taking suggestions. Doing it bug bomb style - set it off and get the hell out. G.Style recommended a weasel, as an homage to Big Lebowski. And the black militant playwright recommended calling in a drug raid, since inevitably that would ruin his night, and he probably has some anyways.
Even the fam is getting in on it! While I plan on trying to be the decent human, it is a little easier to to so with such bits of evil percolating.
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