Posthuman Blues

I just told my neighbor to turn his fucking music down or die. Not in those words, of course, but I think my message was clear enough.

The aftermath should be interesting. While he did, indeed, turn his music down (in fact, it seems to be mercifully silenced as of this writing), I can't imagine he's taking this well. As a garden-variety jerk, he's going to want to have the final word -- you know, to show me who the alpha-male is.

I fully expect to wake up to find my tires slashed.