please won't you be my neighbour

a strange calm descended upon my sister and i as we worked our way through a rigorous schedule of pvr'd shows. typically an exercise of lip reading and a volume bar at full throttle as her upstairs neighbour cranks out tacky dance tunes , it became something entirely more civilized. i am sure that if there were crickets outside her window, they'd be seranading us as i speak.

the sounds of a moving van rattled endlessly outside for about an hour and were accompanied by a change in the frenzied footsteps of said neighbours idiot dog. together, they seemed to signal that the van may well be destined to welcome boxes of his gold rope chains and hair products. gleefully we tracked the sound of boxes being loaded, muffled giggles from the girlfriend.

as excited as we were at the prospect of prolonged peace, our smiles soon turned to incredulous smirks. my sister has just given notice after months of frustration and well placed broom handle jabs to the ceiling. we've had a hell of a time finding something and now...

that's just mean. oh, the irony. cruel, cruel irony.

just when you,..wait, what rumble from yonder ceiling quakes? but soft 'tis the moron! and happy feet, his son.

oh what a tangled web we weave when we, from our neighbours, try to leave.