one day soon a low paid clean-up crew will be scraping my splattered body from the sidewalk....and one of them will say, out of morbid curiosity, "I wonder why she jumped...what could have caused some young woman in the prime of her life to end it all? And the second guy will say, "you know, I heard some people who saw it happen say that she was screaming about tejano music and the Backstreet Boys right before she threw herself from the edge."
that's right....picture my hell: this studio apartment, this sanctuary...fouled by the people who live below me. they listen to two things on their stereo: random tejano music....or the Backstreet Boys single "I Want It That Way"....OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!! on PERPETUAL FUCKING REPEAT!!! just loud enough for me to hear it and know what it is, just loud enough for it to drive me up the fucking wall and seep through my pillow when I'm trying to catch a few more hours of afternoon sleep before a long night at work. currently it's been playing back to back for the last 20 minutes.
...there it goes again.
that's right....picture my hell: this studio apartment, this sanctuary...fouled by the people who live below me. they listen to two things on their stereo: random tejano music....or the Backstreet Boys single "I Want It That Way"....OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!! on PERPETUAL FUCKING REPEAT!!! just loud enough for me to hear it and know what it is, just loud enough for it to drive me up the fucking wall and seep through my pillow when I'm trying to catch a few more hours of afternoon sleep before a long night at work. currently it's been playing back to back for the last 20 minutes.
...there it goes again.
Apparently, it's working.