If I complain they say that if I don’t like it I shouldn’t listen. Sometimes I wonder how much more I can take.
This morning was blessedly quiet, for a change. Then late this afternoon a lot of police arrived, with people in white overalls and hoods. They sealed off and searched the house, and now they’re ringing my doorbell.
I’m sorry, of course, but I’ll tell the judge that all I wanted was a little peace and quiet.