My downstairs neighbor has the worst taste in music. Currently he's blasting Abracadabra by Steve Miller. And I mean blasting. He's using some sort of home theater system, I'm certain, to play music from Totally 80s at levels that ensure that everyone within a block knows what he's listening to.

Personally, I can't decide whether I'm more ashamed for him and his taste, or for me for knowing the song just from the bassline.

Every time I find myself wishing I knew more of my neighbors, I am reminded of the one downstairs' listening habits, and the time my next door neighbor decided that a proper response to the loud music was to scream threats and obscenities out her window. (I'm pretty sure she's moved out now though.)

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Okay, now he's playing LOVERBOY. Kill me.