I guess that'd make two of us, if my vocal cords weren't tied in a knot. It was the worst night to be outside, but I just didn't have a choice. I was just propelled. Every inhalation sounds like it's through tightly-stretched plastic wrap. And then, someone decided to take a shower, at two o'clock in the morning, another ubiquitous asshole jock who wants the entire world to know exactly where he is and what he's doing at all times.
Doors slam over and over.
The stalls in the bathroom are flung open and slammed shut. Even the water in the shower stall seems to burst into life with some sort of violence. And worst of all, at least for me since I've been living with this sound for months, is that this is the anonymous asshole who has bells of some sort on his keyring. Just hearing them gives me the chills, because I know he's put them there in yet another act of egregrious belligerence. I'm making noise, lots of it, here I am, here I go, out of my fucking way.