Elders & Youngers
Last night around two, I got out of bed and walked next door to the Rock Stars’ and told them that we go to bed at nine and that’s our bedroom window. They weren’t playing their own music—we’re used to that and they’re good—they were hanging out in the open garage, playing CD’s drumming along on the table, smoking, drinking, talking loud.
They were very nice about it—well brought up young men, respectful. I shuffled back home in my pajamas and dirty little socks.