Um, I’m wondering why your kid is running back and forth and back and forth along the length of the apartment at two A.M.
Every single day.
I’m also wondering why you consistently forget your keys and then break off a branch from the plant in the vestibule (the plant we put there, by the way) to wedge in the door so it stays open all night.
And then never remove it when you come home.
Another thing I’m wondering is whether there’s a better time to be lifting weights than midnight. You see, when you slam the weights down on the ground on your porch, it makes a lot of noise in the building.
However, you seem to be unaware of how noise travels in an enclosed building.
In short, kindly fuck the fuck right off and please go somewhere else. Things were marginally better after your girlfriend kicked your ass out. Please go back to being a sad sack of shit who can’t care for his kids worth a damn and go get hit by a car.
