Dear Retro-Brained, Slobbering Fellow Resident:

[ysobelle]

It's 2am. I tell you this because I'm not entirely sure you're aware of the hour. So in case you're wondering, it's 2am. And what's my point in telling you this? Because I want to be sure you know exactly what time you awakened me with your infantile overcompensating as you gunned your motorcycle coming home. As you've done several times now.

Don't be too surprised if, now that it's the perfect weather for leaving your windows open, someone comes along and makes you eat that damned machine. Right down to the pretty streamers I'm betting you have on your handlebars.

No love,


Me.