[Kamog]

I used to live with a room mate who sometimes decided to play his drums at 2 am in the morning. He would invite a bunch of friends and have late night parties. He wouldn't ask me or warn me about these parties; I found out about them when the loud noise woke me up in the middle of the night. My roommate didn't have a job, and apparently, none of his buddies had to go to work in the morning either, because by morning I found them passed out all over the house. I did have to get up early to go to work, so I was very angry about not being able to sleep. When these guys started bLasting the stereo and playing drums, I'd go out there, turn off the music and yell at these guys to be quiet, and then go back to bed. But a couple of minutes later, they would start again. Then I go and yell at them again. But it was completely futile to try to get these people to quiet down. They were a bunch of inconsiderate jerks and also drunk. I came close to smashing the drums and the stereo and chucking them out the window. A sledgehammer would have come in handy, but I didn't have one. Fortunately I didn't punch the guy in the nose, because there were about five of them and a couple of them were big guys, so a fight wouldn't have been a good idea. I was very tired the next day. It was impossible to reason with my roommate or any of his friends, so on other occasions when he had these parties, I tried to sleep by wearing ear plugs, or I drove away a few blocks and slept in my car. This didn't work very well. I don't live with him anymore.