Anna has a bad musical experience

Anna has to put up with some unfortunate musicians:

Whoever said shit rolls downhill obviously has spent time outside my office window while the neighbor boy and his best friend practice guitar and sing from their 2nd floor bedroom.

Beautiful California October nights dictate an open window policy but one can only turn chroniX up so high in attempts to drown out these two at midnight.

Imagine Simon and Garfunkel with head colds, their testicles bound tight with baling wire, warbling into an electric fan with a mouthful of Skittles and you'll get a sense of what I'm listening to right now. If I had a boom mike with a long stick I would attempt an audioblog because you simply cannot appreciate how this moment translates into words.