So this cat is playing his music on his car stereo parked out in front of my house at volume one hundred and eleven while I am trying to enjoy a nice quiet Easter Weekend with my family. He lives a few doors down from me with his elderly parents so they sent him down the street to play his music instead of in their driveway where it would bug them. I should mention that buddy is in his 30s so it is not like he is a young guy.
I walk outside and tap on his window and just ask him if he could turn the volume down a bit or at least cut the bass as it is rattling the windows on my house (some wack-ass trap music). He gives me the "gas-face", sucks his teeth, and turns down the volume. The second I walk up the driveway back into my house, he turns the volume to one hundred and twelve instead.
I lose my mind! I go back out to the car heated... this that and the third happens... next thing I know, the police show up and are about to arrest ME! Luckily, this guy is actually a stand-up dude (he didn't want to have the police involved either) and some neighborhood busy-body called the cops talking about I pulled out a weapon and someone was going to die, etc. etc. The police see that no one wants to make statements, the person who called the cops suddenly doesn't remember what she thought she saw, and the cops yell at everyone for wasting their time and leave.
Happy Easter! haha... maybe next time I will just say nothing and eat dinner with my earplugs in. Life in the hood...