Patrick groaned in his bed, hearing the music blaring from his idiot downstairs neighbour, Naz. He got up quickly, throwing on some flip flops he marched down the stairs, banging on the door. "Hey, man! Turn down that damn shitty music, everyday the same, I'll call the cops, get a new damn hobby man!" He yelled, still banging.
Naz always had a pretty careless attitude when it came to doing what he wanted without thinking about anyone else, which was why he continually blared music in his apartment during most of his waking hours. It really wasn't even surprising to him that someone was banging on the door, but nonetheless he wasn't going to let anyone talk to him like that. The door swung open and the tall, fit man stared eye to eye with his neighbor. "Get a new hobby? Why don't you get one, and make sure it doesn't include bitching and whining to me all the time."
Naz always had a pretty careless attitude when it came to doing what he wanted without thinking about anyone else, which was why he continually blared music in his apartment during most of his waking hours. It really wasn't even surprising to him that someone was banging on the door, but nonetheless he wasn't going to let anyone talk to him like that. The door swung open and the tall, fit man stared eye to eye with his neighbor. "Get a new hobby? Why don't you get one, and make sure it doesn't include bitching and whining to me all the time."