That drunk...

You know who really grinds my gears?

That Drunk. You know... the one who hangs out side your apartment window who shouts incredibly profane things after having their 8th Colt 45 for the day. Like. it is 1am. I am trying to sleep. There is no need to loudly shout. "I am going to fuck your mother.... and your brother... and Eugene Debs. " I have no idea if he even knows who Eugene Debs is, but kudos to the drunk for knowing his American history. (For those of you who were either drunk or high for the AP, Eugene V Debs was the head of the American Socialist party at the turn of the century, and he actually ran for president multiple times) I am really tempted to go hand him $2.25 so he can go shout underground in the subway and not bother me, however, I know he will take it to the deli to buy more beer. If only NYU would let me open my dorm room window, I would totally start throwing the over ripened fruit and veggies out my window. AHH... I have such a perfect cantaloupe for this!!

I wonder what this guy does during the day. You know he probably runs some multi-national corporation or something like that.