Good morning, police

My neighbor’s alarm went off for two hours this morning. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I figured there was nothing I could do.

Then, the police knocked on their door. I watched from behind my peephole as a disoriented college guy stood at his doorway while the police asked “You can sleep through that?”

I would like to ask this guy the same thing as I hold him in a headlock and rain blows upon him.

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About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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