Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. - Cyril Connolly
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Sorry Neighbors
I woke up with a sore throat this morning. Not the, "oh crap, I'm coming down with something", kind of sore throat. More like a really painful soft palate that indicates, "holy shit, I must have snored like a banshee last night".
It was really pretty last night wasn't it? Nice enough to have all the windows in the house open?
Yeah.
So to all my neighbors who called 911 thinking they were hearing someone being murdered in their sleep last night?
When the noises that you have to apologize to your neighbors for are snoring, instead of ecstatic screams of "TFG, you StudGod," or the like, you have definitely lost your street credibility.
I have had to apologize for that in the past (sorry Mom). Well, maybe not apologize so much as not look my neighbor in the eye for a few weeks. They still tease me about it. Ahhh, the good old days!
When the noises that you have to apologize to your neighbors for are snoring, instead of ecstatic screams of "TFG, you StudGod," or the like, you have definitely lost your street credibility.