"He then makes a fantastic mistake, which was telling me he didn’t just have a final tomorrow, but it was finals week! Oh great! Added stress for the week = the fact that I continue doing this every night for the rest of the week. I set my alarm to go off every 30 minutes, and I would bang on the walls with a hammer, and blast music, and I was going a bit crazy as well, but that didn’t matter, because I was f@#king up this guys life."
Should have blasted them with Dr. Bombay
Classics like:
SOS (The tiger took my family)
Rice and Curry
Calcutta (Taxi Taxi Taxi)
And others :D
Then I found that a friend had some HUGE speakers. So, I borrowed them and set them up in the window of the extra bedroom that faced the street and their house. Then I borrowed an LP album (remember '68) from my cousin. And waited. Friday night arrived and so did the cars, trucks and motorcycles. I opened the windows and started up Tennessee Ernie Ford and "Sweet Hour of Prayer". He didn't get through the first song on that album before EVERY vehicle was gone. End of problem. I let everything set up for a few more weeks before I figured that they had moved the party somewhere else. I guess that I was a little bit disappointed because I wanted more of a fight over it. I put up with that for months and all it took was Tennessee Ernie to solve my problem.
People don't like to mix their sin with thoughts of God. It seems to make them uneasy for some reason. LOL