When I am at my sister's trying to study and the kids (18ish and obviously their first apartment) downstairs are being loud and it's irritating me. They are on the balcony talking about their time in juvenile detention and how they wouldn't rip each other when the make up their ounces of weed, how they bought drugs from someone who "pressed" it with Advil. Two guys talking about why they don't want to fall in love. I told them once to keep it down.
Am I an old curmudgeon? It was bound to happen soon or later.
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