Fit Number Three

So my fit last evening had its start with Chris' telephone ringing, oh, 4 times in 3 minutes. Oh what a beautiful warm day! How horrid, he has his door open. Hello, I am not going to be able to stand listening to that jerk talk morning, noon and night for another summer. And it is only January and I have to endure it? Again? So soon? Oh, not that I have not heard him talking loud, that is a given, some time during the course of everyday I will be hearing his booming, idiotic voice.


And now, Bill's also. That really disturbs me. I vividly recall being elated when Bill was evicted. PEACE!!! At last!!! Would never have to listen to those two talk ever again. Yeah, right! I guess I had a week or two before Chris and Bill began talking on the telephone. That was not too bad, except for being forced to listen to Chris. Then I began hearing Bill's end of conversation. And if you do not like foul language, accept my apologies, and stop reading.

"Fuck you Bill. If you do not call me back, I am not going to be your friend anymore. I mean it Bill. Call me back." Hangs up, calls Bill, oh too long ago to remember how many times. "Fuck you Bill. I mean it, do not call me anymore. Do not call my house phone. Do not call my cell phone. I mean it. I will call the cops on you." Fuck, fuck, and more fucks. Usually those fights are when Chris is inside his apartment. Other times I hear him fucking Bill to death as he opens gate and walks to his apartment.

Do not know how many times he has told Bill never to call him again or "Not your friend anymore", F-, F-, F... And not as if he says it once and hangs up. Oh, no, that would be too easy. Kind of like me and my fit last night. He repeats it ten times, then calls again to or Bill calls and same conversation ensues. Ten, fifteen, twenty or more minutes of back and forth Fuck Yous.

Um, lost train of thought there. Bill. So Bill wakes me up the morning after fit number 1. Why do I have to listen to Bill's voice? And did I ever listen to him all summer long, starting as early as 5AM, Sometimes yelling. So sad that I would be able to recognize a voice leaving message on answering machine that is not in my apartment. Problem solved if manager told him he has to shut his door or shut his fucking mouth. Oops, my curse there.

Thus Chris's back to back phone calls yesterday were not disturbing in themselves. It was my mind going backwards to a summer of no sleep; months of listening to Bill and Chris talk all day everyday starting as early as 6S30AM (before Bill got evicted); SIX hours of non-stop LOUD talking one day ~ I timed them. Sad when one feels compelled to time a neighbor's conversation.

I was checking up on me; um, maybe it only seems like they talk all day long for hours on end. The day I timed them, did not include the 6:30AM conversation, nor their other conversations during the course of the day. SIX HOURS OF LISTENING TO THAT!!!!

No no no, not again, no.....