This morning was understandable. Three families to a room, no speaky engrish, imigrants raised a hammering din. Granted, I can see that the squalor that is their escaped homeland, and also the shack full of hungry smelly mouths they left behind this morning, is something they would want to wake up bright and early for to get away from. So, demolishing an apartment above my sleeping head at six in the christ sucking A.M. on a Saturday must seem completely dandy to them.

These rationales in no way cancels the steaming desires to crack their skeletons. Reflexively reaching for the aluminum bat. Hola amigos! Say hello to Mr. metal stick. He wants to get aquainted with your jaw bones.

Its the landlord's fault obviously. The slug needle dick wasn't around though. My ire was focused on those actually banging away on the steam pipe running through my building, and in particular my crib.

If for whatever reason I become disgustingly rich I will set up a foundation. It's only function to hound landlords and dig up whatever slime trails they have left behind. Leave their entire family tree destitute if possible. Persecute and destroy their value as men to the point they swallow a shotgun in their tubs. They know they are the scum that scum vomits. They deserve whatever inhumanity befalls them.

If only I had an electronic tone to project over phone lines that would instantly make their innards messily liquify and erupt through their anal sphincters. What a wonderful world that would be.

Only yesterday that a veteran of the building on the sixth floor relocated. Another trooper feels the crunch. Has to leave the kitchen.

Immediately the next day the renovators are in. Ripping walls. Shredding tiles. Sawing pipes. Must make it new. Must make every alteration possible. Must accrue as many builder's costs as possible. Why?

Why. Well I discovered the why a few weeks back. This is a rent stabilised building. Rent controlled is another gorgeous animal altogether. Controlled means no raise in the rent ever, as long as it stays in the lease holders name or the direct relative of said name. Yeah it's sweet and fucking tart. Stabilised means they can't raise the rent over a certain percentage from lease renewal to lease renewal.

However. Sneer. Muther fucking however. If they make substantial changes with renovator costs proof, i.e. bills paid, they can increase the rent by leaps and bounds, as long as the market will bear that out. These slime belchers would needlessly raise the rent from under a G to over five large a month if some tard was willing to pay. Also, their construction pals, whom they are in a greed pact signed in molten shit, pad the estimates to raise the supposed costs of the renovation.

Secondary fucking however. Maybe not a however. Yeah silly just a secondary point there. Alright alright. Well, it has come to my attention that if a rent goes above twenty-two hundred a month, if I remember the exact figure correctly, fucking in that price neighborhood anyway, if it goes above it the aparment is no longer considered rent stabilised.

Fucking shrieking rank skidmarks! Of course they are always trying to force out old timers. They want to keep a nice turn around in apartments to keep "adding value" to the apartments, so they can reach the goldmine sticky finger threshold.

So yeah. If ever I got's the juice. I will make it my mission to see them dangle from ropes attached to street lamps. Piss running down their bodies blowing in the wind. Their families watching angry strangers pelt their corpses with rotting vegetables. Yep.

Woof, that rant came from my rectum. Almost forgot about my original intent.

Weird insomnia. Staring at the city's lights reflecting off my ceiling. Unable to shake a traffic episode I saw months ago. During the heaviest of the heavy snowstorms we had this past winter. This Asian lady with what seemed like baby's room patterned clothing was avoiding the sidewalks. Traversing the road. City bus behind her toots the horn cause she is blocking it's progress. She turns around and smiles at the bus.

Doesn't hop out of the way. Doesn't think "holy fuck I am about to get squashed". Just stands there like a spliffed sow and smiles at the driver. Smiles. Driver decides to clue her into the reality of the situation by releasing the brake a little. So she walks at a little faster pace down the street never actually getting out of the way.

Wanted to hop out of my cab and slap the dizzy twist. Brave the fucking white stuff ya ignorant bitch. More afraid of shin deep snow than huge twenty ton vehicles bearing down on her.

Scene playing over and over again in my brain last night. Can't figure out the number of, me kicking the snot out of her so she'd make way for the rest of the world, scenarios that I dreamt up in lieu of actual dreaming. Yerp. Weird insomnia.