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I almost forgot about this until Statia at Pizza Dreams reminded me -- there was a brief faux punk neighbor-related interlude last night!
Around 2am I was rudely awakened by the drunk girlfriend of faux punk boy [bizarrely, his name is Clayton]. She was pacing back and forth in front of the house screeching at the top of her lungs. Clayton was hanging out the window spitting at her. The episode went a little like this:
Stupid girl: Heellllllooooo? Cllllaaaaaayton? Helllllllooooo? I know you're in there. I'm sorry! I'm not a bad person! Cllllayyyyyton! [repeated about 20 times]
Clayton: Go away! You're a bitch! [Clayton slams window and ignores Stupid Girl]
Stupid girl: Heellllllooooo? Cllllaaaaaayton? Helllllllooooo? I know you're in there. I'm sorry! I'm not a bad person! Cllllayyyyyton! If you don't love me, tell me to fuck off! Clllaaaaaaaaaayyyton, I looooooove you!
This went on for about 20 minutes until I opened up the window and yelled out, "Hey! Clayton fucking hates you. Fuck off! The rest of us hate you too!"
I'm not sure what it is with these faux punk types, but she started to cry and stormed off. These people obviously lack intestinal fortitude. And shame -- I mean, I would have been mortified to let an asshole like me see me cry when I was all punked out.
