  An Open Letter to an Unidentified Neighbour; Shut up. For the love of God, and all that is Holy, shut up.
For my peace of mind, shut up. For avoidance of spending time in the drunktank, shut UP. I'm sick of you, and your 'parties' that last until three in the morning, and mainly consist of you and your buddies yelling obscenities, and occasionally smashing bottles. I'm sick of the 11am wake up call - you screaming "Whooooooo!!!!! " I'm sick of you, and your ability to speak. Frankly, although I've never seen you, don't know your name, or any personal infomation, you inspire a tremendous amount of loathing from me. I've already had numerous fastasies where violence done to you is the prevailing theme. I wonder if you go to university, and the thought that you might, inordinately depresses me. The fact that I hate you depresses me. Your volcabulary depresses me. Please, do me a favor, stop the hate, and shut up. 
