The Rushin' soul

...imagine, if you will, a man in his late 40's with no job, 2-3 Mercedes, expensive clothes, a jailhouse swagger, a grimace of contempt, puffed out chest, Russian curse words mixed with English curse words, add two kickable lapdogs, footballs with legs, add last night: At 3am, the Russian neighbor across the street began pounding on his door, yelling in his masculine drunken drawl,"Let Meeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeennnnnn!!!!Let me in my home, over and over ad nauseum. This pounding and yelling went on for eons, until it evolved into a noticeable vodka born weeping and the kind of oratory that alcohol produces...not to dis anyone with Downs Syndrome or the way they speak, but, in this state of intoxication, the drunken moron sounds as if he has Downs Syndrome. But, its self inflicted. Ergo, it is disgusting. I wanted the police to come and beat him on his calves, just a little massage, you know. Put a muzzle on him and strip him naked, handcuff him to a pole.He kept crying that he was cold. I wanted to scream, "So what, you frickin puss---buck up and get a motel room". His wife, whom I oughtta have compassion for but don't, obviously let the bastard in...minutes before the police came. 3-4 cruisers, lights roamin', radios. We've been here over a year and the police have been at this nuts house at least half a dozen times. I dream of the night this Russian dipsomaniac is tazed into silence. Right between his red eyes. Right on his smirk. Don't forget his lapdogs, too. Maybe , Ivan Fuckov can strap his doglets with Semtex , so they can chase after his Mercedes, a la the WW 2 anti-tank dogs used by Russians against the Nazis? Just a thought. Another thought: drink water , take your meds, move to Siberia, scream as loud as your Russian soul can possibly scream.Don't drink.Keep screaming, hear those growls? Wolves.