Shaft

Okay, okay, I KNOW part of living in crappy, small, rent-stabilized apartments in crappy, small apartment buildings is the fact that we have to deal with a variety of inconveniences, outages, and yes, noises. But there is something about this one particular apartment on the fourth floor of my building: no matter who lives there, they insist on keeping their damn shaftway window open and either blaring a previously recorded football game at 3 am when they return home drunk from the bar and pass out on the couch (previous tenant), or they have loud family conversations in the kitchen for, apparently 12 hours a day, every day, until 3 am (present, new tenants). I am beginning to lose my freakin' nice, Wisconsin patience with the constant background jabber as I attempt to relax in my teeny living room, window closed, yet still privy to the entire fracking conversation.

I am about to pull my goddamn Howard Beale impression....


Exhibit A, the shaftway family:



Exhibit B, Peter Finch as Howard Beale:



And if you've never seen Network, then ferchrissake Netflix it right now.

AUGHHHH!

-hmg