We Need More Repercussions

People are getting away with too much

I did something last Sunday that wasn’t very nice. And I’d do it again without hesitation.

Last year, this guy John, who lives across the street from me, put a TV on his front porch. He likes to sit out there and watch an endless series of sporting events.

Inevitably, a few neighbors drift over. Beers are consumed. Voices get louder. Guffaws are guffawed. When something significant happens in a game, deafening “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH”s are howled. Before you know it, John’s porch has transformed into a fucking Bennigan’s.

In a cruel acoustical twist, the noise carries in such a way that it seems to be happening at the foot of my bed. I’m trying to get some rest at 11:15 on a Tuesday night but Good Time Johnny is keeping the party going.

I’ve asked him more than once to please keep it down. He was receptive and apologetic, and has made absolutely no effort to do it.

So, on Sunday, I was getting into my car and saw that John was fast asleep on his porch. He looked serene. Until my blaring horn jolted him awake.