Reasons to live downtown...

...Or at least experience downtown. As I walked from my bus stop today, two women were engaged in a conversation across the street. As they approached my corner, I could over hear what they were discussing.

Woman #1: "I did cocaine the whole time I was in prison."

Woman #2: "Wow, really? How'd you get it?"

Woman #1: "It wasn't that hard, it was everywhere. I did coke, meth, and I was popping pills, too."

Woman #2: "How'd you pay for it?"

Woman #1: "I'd have my grandmama put some money on the books for me, I'd buy somethin' and get some cash back, it was easy. They don't care, they almost want you to get addicted."

Jesus. This was not a conversation you should be having at full volume speaking voice on a street corner in downtown.

So, Jen and I are finally getting some solid, undisturbed sleep. Now that the girl upstairs has stopped fucking her nasty boyfriend at 12, 2 and 4am in the morning. It's sick when you can hear people having sex... the squeeking of the bed and occassional moaning, then they get up, pee and probably flush the rubber, slam some cabinets and then shuffle back to the bed. Nasty. I don't want to hear all that. It's like they are practically in our bedroom having sex it's so loud. And Im obviously am not down with hetero sex happening in my bedroom.