Thursday, April 12, 2012

Day 9 - Ready to GET OFF THIS ISLAND

Right now I am trying to finish up my workday, which is literally impossible because I've had to deal with -

- a guy "cutting" our grass with a machete since 10 am, when he asked me to move my drying clothes from the line because he would get grass on them, so I have two loads of clothes trying to get dry INSIDE the apartment, and hes just been jacking around all day - still hasn't finished the area in front of the clothes line. So he'll be back for round 2 tomorrow I'm guessing. So basically all I hear is "hack" "hack" "hack" constantly...and rocks flying and hitting the windows every once in awhile, AND him yelling at the neighbors and his random friends that walk by. Keep in mind my windows are open because its extremely expensive to run the A/C, so I'm getting a front row view of all this ridiculousness. Around noon he decided to tell me that he is going to start using the machete sideways, because he can cut faster that way....I just said ok and walked back inside the apt..WHY he had to tell me that, and HOW was he cutting it before?? just two mysteries that I will be happy to never find out. And of course he just asked us to give him Blake's bike, because everyone out here just wants a handout. He asked for Blake's flip flops last week, the ones he was wearing.

-around 4 our neighbor Tinom got pissed because he saw that this guy was cutting our grass and our landlord didn't pay him to do it, so he started yelling and him saying that he wanted to fight him. That was an argument that  was entirely too heated and lasted entirely too long, and now I'm a little concerned for that guy. A few weeks ago another neighbor pissed off Tinom and Tinom brought his brother by later in the night and beat him. Hope that doesn't happen to this guy.

- our drunk neighbor has recently bought a karaoke system, or maybe just a speaker system of some kind, and is screaming into it at the top of his lungs. This is the kind of speaker system that reminds me of the little microphones I got in Kids Meals from Burger King when I was little, the ones that go "woahh waohh waohh waohhh" every time you speak into them too loudly. So thats happening too..listening to a drunk guy scream random songs at the top of his lungs, and now the machete guy is outside my window doing who knows what, singing along....OH and its dark outside, so I'm not really sure how he's cutting anything at this point. I just tried turning the TV on to drown them out...but no, they are too loud for that.

I'm done. Get me off this island.

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