The neighbours arrived at 4 a.m. - which was typical for a Saturday morning. They screamed at each other and put on indiscernible dance music with the bass turned to 11.
‘Damn it!’ I said.
I went downstairs and knocked on the door. The shotgun weighed heavily in my hand.
‘Damn it!’ I said.
I went downstairs and knocked on the door. The shotgun weighed heavily in my hand.
1 comment:
Ah yes, I'm with you there. Suffocated one of mine with a pillow once.
Stopped just this side of murder, but he stayed quiet for a week.
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