Jesus H. Christ, another thin-skinned person with a noise complaint? You betcha! Downtown living would be so much better if there wasn’t such a glut of restaurants, bars and gambling dens with outdoor speakers blaring shitty music day and night. When did it become acceptable to put speakers in front of your business? One player in the noise pollution game is a second-rate restaurant masquerading as an upscale one. I guess the louder the music is, the less time you have to concentrate on the crummy food? Whatever. Unfortunately, I live across the street from these amateur DJ bastards. When you walk by their door, your head jerks up to see where the blaring tunes are coming from and then you trip over their sidewalk sandwich board. I have a special for them —sidewalk sandwich board with a loudspeaker in the center, shoved up their ass with a twist.

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