the hammer falls.
© 1996 Jamie Zawinski <jwz@jwz.org>




The fratboys upstairs are hammering.

They have been hammering since around 11:30am. I went to bed at 7am.

This is not even regular hammering, that would be easy to eventually tune out in sleep: this is not BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.

This is the hammering of a distracted spastic: BANG BANG BANG. bang bang. bang. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG. BANG. bang. BANG. bang. BANG BANG BANG. bang.



( golden silence )



Ah good, now I can sleep.




BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG. bang.

bang bang.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG bang bangbangbangbang. BANG BANG BANG.


Hate. Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate. Hate.


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