High Volume



I used to live underneath this woman with a big personality. Big hair and big everything. I think she was a nurse. Or an angel. Potato, potato. At odd and early times she would crank it up to the benefit of all of number 14A. Nothing like being jolted awake to an attitude at 4:45 AM. Being squeezed on the stairs on a Sunday in

April. But however uncomfortable, I never complained. I must have known that it was my issue, not hers. That I was offended by my own fear of showing colors at full blast.


Music pairing: Big Rings by Drake, Future