November 6, 2019
It'd be one thing if the "opera" "singer" who pollutes the airwaves in the courtyard made any improvement. Alas, the loud one-note warbling of a mortally wounded emu continues, much to my consternation and that of anyone else in a two-block radius who hasn't jammed himself in the ears with flaming, red-hot skewers for desperate relief. It's chilly outside. Please shut your windows and contain that caterwauling to the walls of your home, walls I feel sorry for having to witness this mess. Fortunately you're so inexpert that you run out of breath within minutes, so in that regard, brava.