Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
I don’t know how I manage to do it every time, but in the last three places I’ve lived, I’ve had the worst neighbors a soul could ever want. Two apartments ago, I lived above demonspawn. After that, well, I lived above demonspawn like I was Anne Frank. And now? I live across the street from demonspawn who reenact all the snap, crackle and pop of the Pearl Harbor attack every single evening since I’ve moved here. Please note: it’s…