jwfunder
I stomped my feet on the floor below. Every since that new neighbor moved in, all night every night has been nothing but noise and the sounds of partying. If it weren't for the sounds of explosions and gunfire, I'd swear they were filming a snuff film nightly.
I saw him across the street, the same man I saw on the news just twenty minutes ago. A tall, white man. Balding with a long grey beard. In his hand was a black suitcase. I imagined the horrors it held. He then boarded a bus and left my life forever.