Downtown living at its finest

It's almost 4 a.m., and I am awake. And this is not October, or December, when it wouldn't have mattered in the least and when I wouldn't have minded. I mind.

My street is jammed with bass-blasting cars and reverie-ripping motorcycles. Right about now, a split-level in the Highlands would be so nice.

COME ON, turn down your bass, you corny punks. I hate everything.