When the Cop comes to the door, you are the one that says I didn’t know I was bothering anyone. Yeah, like a stereo cranked up to point that your fillings rattle loose from the bass is not going to bother anyone. Get with it! The world does not stop at the end of your nose! For my part, I will call law enforcement whenever your life intrudes on mine. And, eventually, you will either get the point or you will end up paying a lot of money or end up with a vacation in the graybar motel. EOR (End-Of-Rant)
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