Yelling People On my Street.

I've always felt misplaced in Los Angeles. Aside from my overall mentality not meeting the standards or generalizations of Los Angeles by a long shot, after 17 year i never got used to "Noise Droppings" as I call these experiences. In New york, London, Paris, anywhere that has a "Hearth" to their city, is also greatly accompanied by consistent noise. Los Angeles doesn't have said "Hearth" so, whilst it can be loud, noise is un-expected and vigilant when present. Because one doesn't have to adapt to constant noise and learns to bathe in silence, the penetration of sound is shocking, for me at least. I can adapt to constant noise, or no noise at all, but i don't enjoy sporadic noise. Loud, Obnoxious, DRUNKEN, sporadic noise, to be specific. This particular annoyance is happening currently. Its Dreadful. I should throw zucchini peels and Lipstick covered Neutrogena face Wipes down at the ones who disturb the silence. All whilst screaming "FEENY! FEENY! MR.FEENY?!?" 

Ack! 

I don't actually encourage or condone bestiality. I Just seriously think someone needs to...

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