Typically, waking up to the sound of jackhammers would piss anyone off. Living next to a major tunnel though I've had to adapt to jackhammers at 6 am, honking horns and stragglers from the check cashing place next to my window.
If you took the window and wall off my bedroom the actual distance from the bed to the bumper to bumper traffic is less that 15 feet. That is assuming you were able to get the measuring stick through the City Laborers and drug addicts who stand on the sidewalk cursing at each other in various languages.
Besides that, the groundfloor shanty I reside in currently has a profoundly large man living above it. I guess his weight is maybe 280 pounds. This number has been ascertained from my ability to calculate his stomping to noise ratio -- every footstep shakes the room.
Combined with the jackhammers and screaming masses the upstairs is the basoon in a mad orchestra of my current chaotic overpriced railroad boxed in existance of which I see no apparant end to,
If you took the window and wall off my bedroom the actual distance from the bed to the bumper to bumper traffic is less that 15 feet. That is assuming you were able to get the measuring stick through the City Laborers and drug addicts who stand on the sidewalk cursing at each other in various languages.
Besides that, the groundfloor shanty I reside in currently has a profoundly large man living above it. I guess his weight is maybe 280 pounds. This number has been ascertained from my ability to calculate his stomping to noise ratio -- every footstep shakes the room.
Combined with the jackhammers and screaming masses the upstairs is the basoon in a mad orchestra of my current chaotic overpriced railroad boxed in existance of which I see no apparant end to,