let me tell you about what I'm experiencing.
Ok, wait.
Before I go any further, let me preface this story by telling you how much I love my neighborhood. I love it so much that when I move out of my current apartment(at which I've been living for three years) I am moving a mere two and half blocks down the same street. The people are friendly, the shops are unique. I love it so much that when I go for walks, I imagine which of the old houses I'll buy someday. That's how much, folks.
Now, the meat of the story here. The weather in Madison has improved vastly and we've finally reached 70 degrees. What comes with that? Not just summerwear and shades, kids. Not only BBQ cookouts. Not volleyball in the park or kids gettin' their tan on in the park.
Bongos. You fucking heard me. Bongos, people, along with the perpetual Bob Marley soundtrack. So the neighbor kids on both sides of my house are rocking their respective drum circles. I would typically be fine with this, if these kids knew how to play the fucking bongos. Sadly, this is not the case. Also, everything I could say about the Bob Marley music is illustrated perfectly in this Onion article: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/41242
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