An open letter to the douchebags downstairs.

Hey assholes,

Stop. Just stop everything. You’re bad at it. From the butchering of every ALREADY TERRIBLE song in existence on guitar/djembe, to the “parties”, to just existing. Your balcony is littered with pizza boxes and empties from the summertime, and I bet that couch you have out there is rotten too. Your conversations make me want to stab my own ears. And the music. Playing the same riffs over and over. I’m not talking jamming out Maiden or even writing new material. A while back I heard you do a version of “Crazy” by Gnarles Barkley. And you really seem to like “She Will Be Loved” by…Maroon 5? I think that’s who does it. Anyhow, please go deaf. It would really help us out a lot.

Love,

Maegan.