The Piano Man
We have an upstairs neighbor that plays the piano professionally and I think gives lessons too. The only thing is we can hear every note downstairs. Now, when I'm in a generous mood, I don't mind terribly. Inwood's a little like a musician's colony and sometimes you can even hear opera singers in the buildings next door. However, last night he sang us a song too many. While I was making dinner, he launched into "The Entertainer", which prompted me to exclaim, out loud, to myself, "Oh lord, please help me." But I'm tough, I was in high school band, so I can bounce back from a little John Phillip Sousa. The music continued into the night, until 10pm (he usually stops around 10pm). Then, this morning he started up again, which made me suspect that he's on crystal meth.