Been breathing in loads of second hand smoke recently. Every night, at least twive the freakin f***king smoker will smoke his cigar.
Darn....while you're enjoying every puff of it, i'm suffering like shit i tell ya'.
What can i do? Can i like complain to the condo management people? Will they bother to listen to me?
Aighh.......i guess this is what you call bad karma.
For the 3rd tonight, that fella's puffing his damn cigar.
I'll try playing like chicken killing violin sound for him next time middle of the night.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.Where words fail, music speaks.
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