My acid practising was causing some problems with my downstairs neighbour. He hated me with a passion, mainly because of the huge bass amplifier I had purchased, coupled with my lack of musical ability.
I wouldn’t want to listen to someone go up and down the neck of the guitar in half steps, endlessly at high volume just so they could strengthen their fingers. I also liked to play my stereo at the top end of the volume slider. I’m surprised he didn’t end up in a mental ward.
One time ‘Psycho Dave’ had stashed about twenty bags of speed and god knows how much ecstasy in my flat, and that was the time the guy downstairs decided it was time to phone the police on me …. as I was blaring, ‘Nevermind’. Obviously Nirvana, wasn’t his idea of nirvana.
I nearly shat myself when the police turned up at the door. With that amount of drugs, I was facing twenty years but they were cool and just told me to turn the music down, which I agreed to instantly with no argument whatsoever.
When they left, I was state of shock, so instead of twenty years …. I had about twenty beers, just to calm myself down. It worked because by the end of the night, I was in a coma. You can’t get much calmer than that. Rock and roll, eh? Er no, just a bawbag who can’t handle his swallae.
Cheers!
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