An Open Letter to my Neighbors
Posted on March 29, 2006Hello neighbors. How are you doing? I realize we never talk, which is kind of unneighborly of me, but I’m reaching out to you now. Did you know, that wall that you put your nice stereo system up against is a shared wall? In fact, it’s shared with my bedroom wall. The bedroom that I go to sleep in at a decent enough hour every night, whereas you enjoy playing your nice stereo until three, four, sometimes even five in the morning. It sounds like you have an air hockey table in there too. I can often hear you playing in there. Did you know that I enjoy air hockey? Also, it’s very nice that your friends visit you. I understand that it is a long trip up a flight of stairs to get to your door, but really, is sitting out front and honking one’s horn the best way to alert you of one’s presence? It seems to me that with the advent of the cellular age, one could very easily ring you up to let you know, or again, there’s that option of going up to the door. Well neighbor, I’m glad we could have this little chat. Maybe we’ll get to do it again some time.
Joshua
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and how the hell can you eat that shit that smells like the inside of a dead hooker?
Open a winder or burn some insense, you bastards.
So what kind of music they listen to?
A lot of Sublime, a lot of Dave Matthews, and I think I once heard some Staind, or whatever crap that sounds like that.
Other than visiting Josh’s neighbour, how does one find out what the inside of a dead hooker smells like?
hang around Ben Aflec’s trailer.
So BTW a friend and I headed up to KC over the weekend for a show andgo a rath interesting hotel. I counted 20 ciragerette burns before I gave up. My joke was “continental breakfast and a free dead hooker in every room”