The Pretty Boy At The Beach

I'm In Love With The Sun :DORA’S VIEW

The Pretty Boy At The Beach

I was really down when I woke up, a massive migraine from the loud noise coming upstairs from my neighbors room and the loud car hunk from the street coming through the widow.

"Ohh fuck me!" I thought out loud as I went towards the window putting my head out of it, while screaming at my crazy ass neighbor, whose life’s mission is to make my life a living hell and to taunt me.

"Can you keep the music down for a fucking minutes asshole. You're fucking our ears up, you bloody wanker" I shouted not caring if my crazy neighbor, Alex (the noisy old lady across the street) heard me, putting up my middle finger in the air for her to see clearly.

I so hate this fucking neighborhood, but I'm down on cash. And the fact the world tries to remind me is that, beggars can't choose and I cant be choosing right now cuz I'm broke, cashless asf.