My Hot Ass Neigbor -

Tonight, as I write this, he is playing something new. A blues guitar, slow and mournful. The bass is a soft, round thrum. I pour myself a glass of wine, lean my head against the shared wall, and for a moment, we are not two separate people in two separate boxes. We are a duet. His entertainment, my silent appreciation. His lifestyle, my accidental education.

Here is the strange thing: I don’t hate it. my hot ass neigbor

Long live Leo. And may his subwoofer always be powerful, but never past ten. Tonight, as I write this, he is playing something new

Then, at 7:15 PM, the sun dips below the roofline, and the real Leo emerges. as I write this