Loud Neighbors, Part 1.

Everywhere I live there is at least one really loud, obnoxious neighbor. I'm sure I'm not the only one who experiences this. At the moment, a downstairs neighbor is talking very loudly on her cellphone... ooops! No, she's arguing loudly with a neighbor, live and in person. The two women are sitting on wooden stools and arguing with each other. I wonder if they'll come to blows? That's happened before. The woman and her husband/boyfriend/lover/etc. have had some nice loud arguments before. They once had a furious argument at 2:00 a.m. that spilled into the parking lot and only ended when the woman jumped into her car and sped away. They also ran our doorbell at 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday to slip some Jehovah's Witnesses tracts under our door. We were none too happy to be woken up that early on a Saturday! Even God usually doesn't wake us that early.

As I lean over and look out the window, I can see the two women. And hear them. They are no longer arguing and no weapons have been drawn. They are laughing and hugging. Well, I'm glad no weapons have been drawn but do they really need to scream with laughter and slam the apartment building's front door? Yes, I suppose they do. They're clueless about the other people living here.

Oh, I'm such a sour puss! It's 12:05 p.m.! I should be up and about, ready and raring to go. I am, sort of. I'm coming down from a few days on some serious medication: Mirtazapine. My new doctor prescribed it for my insomnia and depression. She told me to take two of the 15 mg. pills every bedtime for a week and then to bump it up to 45 mg. every bedtime. Ooooh, I don't think so! I took 30 mg. on Tuesday night and couldn't get my act together enough until yesterday! (Friday). Wow! That stuff really threw me for a loop. It knocked me ass over teakettle as the old saying goes. I awoke from my deep slumber long enough to eat a bit, use the bathroom, and take my diabetes medicine. When I was awake, I felt so weird, like I was wrapped in several layers of cotton and was stumbling along in maple syrup. I felt the way one does after surgery. The doctor did warn me that the first time I took the medicine it would knock me on my big ass but I wasn't prepared for the "aftermath". One pill suits me just fine, thanks.

This 'zine/blog/whatever the hell I'm calling it, is getting off the ground s-l-o-w-l-y. I apologize for that. I want it to be as cool as some of the stuff I read in "Creative Loafing", or "The Stranger". I used to despise Hollis Gillespie and her stream of consciousness crap that she writes about and publishes in "C.L." but in the last year or so I've noticed that she's tightened her writing up quite a bit and no longer just goes off on some weird tangent. Also, she doesn't just assume that everyone who reads her stuff knows who she's talking about. She does a bit better explaining who everyone is. That's what I want for this blog. I want to write about all my strange experiences that I've been torturing my friends with for the last twenty years. I want to write in that loose, hipster kind of way that Hollis G. has but not copy her, of course.

Coming soon... "Loud Neighbors, Part 2". I write about neighbors I've had in Seattle, WA.