“Thank you, Lord Jesus! Jesus, save the heathens around me.”
Maybe tolerable during normal hours, but 5am through midnight? Crazy. Like listening to a coyote howl.
My balcony faced hers across an alleyway. I couldn’t escape and she was relentless: I hated her. I’d recently gotten into her gated, secure building to teach her some manners but couldn’t get into her apartment.
The next night around 1am I screamed from my balcony, “Lady, Jesus needs his sleep!” and was surprised to hear clapping from others in my building. However, Jesus didn’t get his sleep that night.