Well folks, I've finally hit a new low. The singular thing in Cowtown that I didn't hate was my place of residence. The rent is cheap (compared to the rest of Calgary) and the resident manager and her daughter are very nice people. Music is my life, it gets me through the bad times and lifts me up even higher when I'm feeling good. Tonight I had a visit from an angry douche-bag neighbor. Apparently my Nuance bookshelf speakers are pumpin' bass that I can't hear. I wasn't aware that speakers could magically produce frequencies that normally aren't possible, and I'm supposed to be clairvoyant enough to know that he is a pussy and goes to bed at 9 o'clock.
I can't wait to move, just to piss this asshole off the same way I did the last asshole I had to deal with in a former residence. When I knew I was moving, I flipped all of my speakers on their backs and cranked everything I had (which is quite substancial, even though I no longer get to use any of it).
So it looks like I'm moving back to Toon Town, only because I can afford to rent a house there. Lord knows that I don't want to live there, but circumstances being what they are, Alberta has absolutely fucking nothing to offer me.
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