There's been some neighborhood quiet lately. And beautiful spring rain.
I'm starting to worry that *I'm* the noisy one.
Like when I get frustrated and explode out loud, "ARE YOU FUCKING *KIDDING* ME?!?!" when something doesn't go my way.
I'm not actually asking anyone. I'm home/at work alone. I'm just inquiring of "the universe", I guess you could call it.
Should I even care? Like ... maybe it's good if everyone in the neighborhood knows there's an asshole with an explosive temper in residence.
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