I stood outside the apartment door listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd bouncing through the woodwork, a glance at my watch told me it was 3:14 A.M.
I kicked the door open and walked inside, the volume ramped up a couple of notches.
“SWE-ET HO-OME AAALABAMA” …............ “WHERE THE SKIES ARE SO BLUE....”
BLAM..... BLAM BLAM
“SWE-ET” BLAM “AAALABAMA” …............. “LORD” BLAM “COMIN HO-OME TO YOU....”
“HERE I” BLAM “AAALA Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtt...
I walked from the apartment and quietly closed the door behind me.
I had asked them time and time and time again, to please not play their music so loud.
I pushed the .45 into my belt as I walked downstairs to my own apartment.
I really needed to get some sleep.
©2010 Stephen. J. Green.