The knock on the ceiling was supposed to be a threat.This time, it wasn't imminent destruction.
This time, they were threatening cutting my power off.
Desperate.
Naturally, I put on AC/DC's 'For Those About To Rock' album, very loudly, whereas I had just been sitting quietly.
The lyrics were such that the goon would think I had selected this album specifically to get at him.
Me?
I couldn't give a shit.
I wanted loud music, I got loud music.
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