As the days in my old dwelling come to a close there are many things I WILL NOT miss:
My neighbor attempting to play music all trough the night while drunk and on pain killers.
Black mold.
No shoveling of the walkways so that the first step I take out of the apartment building is a sheet of ice that has me almost falling over.
Overflowing sinks.
And my neighbor pounding on my door asking me to come over as he keeps calling me John.
For the last couple of years I have been bombarded with awful sounds. Screeches from electric guitars, bad singing, tambourines and so on. So you can imagine my surprise when I heard a woman in the apartment above me moaning in pleasure. It was totally out of the blue, I was reading something online and I heard it all loud and clear. It was as if she was in the next room! Sometimes paper thin walls do make things interesting.
Woman: Ooooohhhhhh......ohhhhhhhhh....ooooohhhhhh......
At first....shock. Then....curiosity. Finally...realization.
She was alone as the other sounds that accompany sex were not present and based on the time, was likely just home from work. She was a one woman show. Welcoming the change from the usual noise, I sat back and enjoyed her song.
