Downtown Seattle, I wrote a note asking our upstairs neighbor to please stop pacing all night wearing boots. Put a rug down, take off boots, something.
I got an odd letter back explaining how he had been making “bad life decisions” lately and was trying to stop.
And I’m like, look one meth addict to another, that’s not what I asked, put a rug down or take off the boots. I am not looking for a cry for help, just a night’s sleep.






Hope you aren’t a gummy bear fan, cause I have news for you