Dear Upstairs Neighbors
If you want to let your horrid, brattish, one-diapered one-in-elementary-school children stay up past 11 PM, that is entirely your own business. However, when you let them jump up and down repeatedly, run around in circles while stomping as loud as they can, and shriek at the top of their lungs, it becomes our business.
Fuck you, and good night.
PS Your music is great. Know what would make it better? If you'd KEEP IT TO YOUR GODDAMN SELF.