MOTHERFUCKING CAB DRIVERS (ESTÁ UNA PÁGINA GRITANDO) →[More:]
Dude, what the fuck? It is 4:45 in the morning. Do NOT honk your horn. At all. For any reason. (Seriously, the dispatcher asked me how much he was using the horn. Enough to wake me up out of a
sound sleep, you fucker of your own mother, and that's all you need to know). Next time I'm going down with a baseball bat and I will start fucking your cab up until you drive off and lose your fare, you fat fuck.
Shit, I've got to drive down to NYC tonight to dispose of my father's ashes. I NEED MY FUCKING SLEEP.
(you will have to imagine the CAPS; it's too early in the morning for me.)
It's bad enough there's b-boys driving their riced-out $500-car-with-$7000-worth-of-parts-and-bodywork what's-a-muffler? pieces of shit junk hoopdies up and down the block til the wee hours, then I get woken up by huge freakin' industrial commercial trucks (and I mean the big ones; there's apparently a tree service right down the block) idling at 140-frickin-jet-engine decibels outside my window. Seriously, this apartment would be awesome if it weren't for the noise. And I don't mean the gentle sussurations of a background kind of noise, nor a constant urban hubbub. I mean noise as in "loud enough to make you go deaf over time 100+ dB shit I don't need to be hearing jackin my sleep and fucking with my REM just because I like fresh air and open windows" noise.