
Everyone has their passion, and sometimes that passion doesn’t fully make sense to another person. For example, currently, writing about the same movie for 30 days straight is mine. My neighbors? Playing the same six chords on his guitar for hours at a time.
Here are 36 lines from Carol that sum up how I feel about my neighbor’s non-stop guitar playing.
- Can he do this?
- No. I don’t think so.
- Isn’t that awful?
- Why don’t you leave me alone?
- Jesus Christ.
- Don’t you dare – don’t you ever.
- Let’s get out of here.
- That can’t be right.
- I’m going away for a while… Whenever my car will take me.
- It’s not that good.
- How could he. How dare he…
- On what grounds?
- On. What. Grounds.
- What is this all about?
- That’s bold.
- Just… leave it be.
- Keep it!
- But everything’s alive.
- Is there any point in, I don’t know… fighting it?
- I might get away by myself. At least for a few days.
- There better be beer. Or wine.
- Goddamnit.
- No, no…
- I grieve…
- Don’t even start.
- Invasion of privacy?
- You’re drunk.
- I should go.
- I have to go.
- I don’t like to think of you.
- You call that a job? I call it an illusion.
- It shouldn’t be like this.
- Goddamnit!
- You shouldn’t…
- I don’t know if it’s right, but it’s legal.
- There are no accidents and he would have found us one way or another.