it’s after one a.m. and the neighbors are still having a very loud party. or maybe it’s just several very loud drunk people. yelling about the dumbest things, while a couple of drunk women cackle like hyenas, and hip hop plays in the background.
their parties usually wind down about three in the morning with loud goodbyes in the street.
really just big a$$holes.
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oh dear, the cops just showed up and they all ran inside and turned the lights off.
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here’s the tail end of an impala from a show last year at the roadhouse in whittier.
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party over theoretically, but they are now cackling and howling in the house. i guess i’m tired enough to sleep now.