A Police car halted in the distance. A portly looking cop got out of the car and headed straight towards my door. It was late after midnight. Something was a miss. The cop didn’t seem to be in a playful mood, he hurried himself as he made his way onto my porch and 20 seconds later rang my door bell. This was going to be a long night.
Later in the morning, my sweet old neighbor(the one from the firetruck incident) was at my door step, looking gleeful as ever.
” I saw cops stop over at your place last night. Is everything alright?” she asked with mock concern.
“Bitch, I know you called them. No need to act all candylicious now.” is what I really wanted to say but..
“Yeah, they came over because someone from the neighborhood had trouble sleeping with all the loud music I was playing.” was all I managed.
“That sounds horrible.” she said, still not being able to fake a concerning look. “Did they like fine you or something? You should be happy you didn’t get arrested. I have heard much worse happen to people blasting of their speakers in the dead of the night.”
“Fine? Nah! They just told me to turn off the music, maybe get an early night. They were very understanding and nice.” I said, exaggerating on the ‘nice’ part.
“WHAT??! NO FINE?!”
This incident had me all merry so I planned on a party. Called up a few of my friends and party we did.
What happened afterwards is something I’m still regretting and if you’re reading this my advice to you is, NEVER party with people who aren’t designed to act sane for more than 24 hours. As night wore on, people got bored and this gave way to a food fight which has now left a mark on the walls of my house, probably forever. Mother is so not going to be pleased.
So the next few days, passed with me trying to clean my walls and the carpets with no success so far. Somehow the stains seem to get darker when I mop them. Then I also adopted a stray dog but somehow it managed to break itself free from its shackles and escaped. Or maybe I just forgot to tie it to its leash, whatever it was I am deeply grieved that it betrayed me after all the Cheetos I shared with it.
I also happened to accidentally kicked a football into my Neighbor 2’s drainage. His drainage’s been blocked for a few days now and his place stinks to high heaven and he still has no clue who did it. I feel sad for him, but feeling sad is better than owning up and cleaning his gutter.
Okay I guess that’s about it for this week. Gotta clean more walls.
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