Zen Heathen on Nostr: Twenty years. Twenty fucking years we've lived here, and when the weather gets nice ...

Twenty years. Twenty fucking years we've lived here, and when the weather gets nice in the spring, that fucking asshole with his monster engine goes thrumming down the street on his way to street racing or who-knows-what.

I'm sitting here watching a movie with headphones on, and I can feel the floor beneath my feet vibrating because he's going down the street.

I want that son of a bitch caught and his car impounded. I've been waiting a very long time.