AND THE GADDAMN IDIOT NEXT DOOR IS BASSING HIS CAR AGAIN.
I cannot get it through to Mark that that makes me feel ill.
"No, really mark, it's nausea causing. I'm not asking you to turn it off. I'm just asking you to up the treble. make it actual MUSIC ya know?"
"you just don't like my music."
"Well, you're right that I'm not too fond of this bland ass shit you listen to. Go get some ODB and some lil kim and some dmx and hell, go old school and get some funkmaster flex. You can't let your kids listen to most of it, but you'll be a better man for it. Besides, when I'm sittin in the house it's ALL bass. No music at all. So you could be listening to appalachian banjo music and it would still be fuckin annoying."
"nah, I think you just don't like my music"