Saturday, February 26, 2005
As usual, the weekend in my apartment complex equals time to play music as loud as absolutely possible. And ignoring the girl who keeps kicking the wall in protest. I'm am being held hostage and tortured by the beat of repetitive bass. After a while my heart starts to beat harder and faster, I can feel it. Like it's saying, "No, you've got the rhythm all wrong, it should be like this" and then gets louder and louder as if the half-deaf people in the next apartment could possibly hear it.
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