Stupid prick neighbours
		
		
				
					
					
				
				
		
			
				
					Sick of their bloody get togethers once or twice a week, yelling, laughing out loud (how dare they), revving their cars, slamming doors, having drum fires, loud doof doof music. Wankers! the lot of em! short of calling noise control what sweet payback could one inflict? Who am I kidding though, I'd probably never do anything. Where for art thou sleep, better send me the whambulance!  
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
				
			
			
				Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.
			
			
		 
	
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