My neighbors are at it again.
Their party is starting. It’s 9:30 and I’m brushing my teeth.
I can hear the bass, its pounding providing me with an unnecessary beat while I put my pajamas on.
The keg arrives. I pull back the covers of my bed.
I read a couple chapters of my mystery novel while the first amateur DJ warms up the guests.
There’s a lull for a brief minute.
I take off my glasses and switch off the light. I might be tired enough to ignore their festivities.
I awake 90 minutes later to the sound of a fight.
Someone else in the neighborhood must’ve called the cops because I hear a siren.
Kids are scrambling away.
Oh no. I think a couple of them have hopped the fence into my yard.
I hear a belch, then puking.
I’m sure it’s all over my driveway.