Monday, February 11, 2013

Dear downstairs neighbor...

I'm beginning to hate you and your incessant smoking. I can smell it through the floorboards and it's terrible. I wish you stop smoking so I would feel less compelled to punch you in the face next time I see you. And so I can breathe.

Quitting wouldn't kill you. Just saying. In fact, it might have the opposite effect.

Your upstairs neighbor who's thinking of smelly ways to get you back.

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