i called 311 yesterday

to make a noise complaint about my neighbourhood. & i don't care if that makes me just like my dad. but g'd it, people.

of course, nothing has changed. tonight, like last night, some total monotard is outside playing his geee-tar thinking he's carlos santana. there's something about a guy + guitar that makes me want to scream cliche. at least play something different. pick up a xylophone. a guitar! argh!!!!

add to that the sounds of 10,000 parent-less or poorly-parented screaming kids running around on the street. i like kids. as much as the next person. okay, no i don't. i don't like kids as much as the next person if the next person thinks the din from outside is adorable. or spirited. or tolerable. or anything that falls short of a violation of human rights.

p.s. i do like kids when they are kids i know. well, if they be likeable that is.

anyway. when i called 311, it was as though i was talking TO the city of NY. i felt empowered. pppshawwww.

wait a minute. i hear a siren. please please please please be the cops coming to shut down the strumming lothario out there. even buskers need a license!

INSANITY.