Tuesday

Dear People With The Ill-Tuned Diesel Who Live On My Court:

It's not that cold out. Really. When it's in the mid fifties you really don't need to run your truck for twenty minutes to let it warm up. Your kidlets will not freeze if they get in it while it's cold. I, however, might become freakishly manical if woken up one more time by the sound of your engine chugging away at the crack of It's Still Dark Outside Dammit in the morning. You should know that I'm already halfway there, and I'm pretty sure I can train the pigeons that congregate on our street to poop where I ask them to...

Signed,
Awake and Annoyed

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