An appropriate subtitle would be: Why I Don’t Drink.
Apparently the couple that lives in the room next to mine were out drinking tonight and as a result came home at 11:30 PM drunk and making quite a bit of noise. One of the other housemates came out in protest (something to do with working at 2 AM) and the husband went on a rampage. From the security of my room I had made the assumption that it was mostly just screaming, stomping around, and drunken threats (all of which, in my opinion, deserved the same result as what happened in reality). When I went out to get water some time after the altercations had ended I found out that not only had there been yelling, but Mr. Husband had become physical with the person who first protested, with the landlord (or I think so, since he had a huge bump on his arm), and one of the other housemates. The sick fellow in the house was accidentally injured when Mr. Husband threw open a door. The result? The neighbors called the police and Mr. Husband was arrested.
Yeah, this is my life. Fun, ain’t it?
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