Life in a Basement EP. 2
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! I’M GONNA KILL YA NEXT TIME I SEE YA!!!” My roommate’s screaming again. I want to say he woke me up but the sound of his music kept me from sleeping. Somehow his screaming is louder than his music. I check my clock. 3:30 am. Damn! “Who is he talking to?” I whispered to myself. He’s always mad at someone. His music continued to play as the prospect of sleep went further away. This was one of those nights. The nights that I contemplate knocking on a psycho’s door and ask to turn down his music.
Ive gone to his door before. He, swiftly, opened his door with a blank stair. His head covered in sweat as he looked at the floor and breathed heavily. He looked as if he struggled to murder a friend and was ambivalent of the experience. “Can you turn your music down?” I asked.
“UGHH” is the answer I got. He, slowely closed the door and turned is music down two notches.
I guess I shouldn’t be to mad. Because of him I no longer hear the rustling of the critters that live down here. Just the sound of his mediocre techno and him threatening, who I assume, an imaginary person. I used to enjoy the silence of this place. I enjoyed the stale air and the creaking of the pipes. I missed hearing drunk pedestrians scream at each other as they stumbled by my building. This guy was ruining my underground haven and I had to stop him!
I got out of my bed and marched to his door. I had the confidence of a man about to ask for a raise. I opened my door and walkedpassed, what I believed to be, a mouse. I got to the source of the noise. I stood the decayed door contemplating......hesitating. I, slwowely, lifted my arm to knock on the door when the sound of the music abruptly stopped. I froze. “Is it over? Did he turn off the music? Is he finally going to bed before 4 am?” These questions running through my mind as the smell of installation and cigarettes fill my senses. BANG!! I heard someone hit the wall causing them to vibrate. I ran back to my room, ignoring the mouse standing by my door. I lay in the dark, hoping that I won’t here any more music. After five minutes I let my guard down. Im comforted by the familiar sound of the creaks, rustling, and the casual sounds of the few pedestrians walking by the building. As I close my eyes I begin to here the sound of skrillex.
