Some people in the neighboring building are discussing their differences at the top of their lungs. The only words I can understand of the entire "discussion" are obscenities. The rest sounds like a Pentecostal revival, to me.
I would rather listen to coyotes howl and whip-poor-wills call than people yell, and wonder when shouts are going to give way to gunshots.
Yes, I live in that kind of neighborhood.
An hour now, before they have to at least lower the volume as per city ordinance.
Sorry about kvetching.
I love my city, oddly enough. It has its beauty and wonder. But it has annoyances, hardships and dangers as well.