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I drank some rum. Rum is good. Ask any pirate and he’ll tell you the same. However, pirates probably did not live in apartments. I do. This works out pretty well for my story.

Normally, I awake by an alarm set on my phone. It bothers me but is necessary to my career and ultimately, my survival. This was to be no normal morning.

I awake to the shrill sound of high-speed power tools grinding brick. Anyone who has had a hangover can vouch that this is pain. This is all going on below my window and I want to throw hot coffee on this person. It must be noted that I have no hot coffee, so I am screwed. Apparently the grinding was not enough and the job required a sledge hammer. Thud! Thud! Thud!, the ground shook and the very core of my brain hurt. How could anyone do this to me? I look at the clock and see it is 9:00 AM so they probably can. The apartment complex has a few guys that do it all and are equipped for maintenance. I think ” this is as bad as it’ll get”.

Wrong! DDDDDDT!, DDDDDT!, DDTTTTTT! They have a jack-hammer! Holy crap my head is dying. I am in disbelief and begin to dress myself because, I am evacuating! Could they have explosives? I can not take the chance. As I leave, many of my fellow residents are dispatching to their cars. Everyone is pissed and hauling ass. We all leave in a scramble.

I come back to a pretty good looking sidewalk, though I notice a few cracks on the other side.