Posthuman Blues

The jerk across the hall is becoming more of a problem. I got some earplugs -- the industrial kind that conform to fit the ear canal -- and I can still hear his damned rap. Moreover, when I take them out, the sound easily drowns out my own computer speakers.

So I knocked on his door, told him politely that the walls are thin and that his "music" is a nuisance. He hasn't turned it down. So that's it; I'm calling the police to report a disturbance of the peace.