I mean this with the utmost respect, as I’m sure my constant stomping around in heels and dropping keys/other not so soft objects on our hardwood floors is less than pleasant.
Put down the acoustic guitar. Please.
PLEASE PUT DOWN THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR.
It is officially open window season here in Boston and you do not seem to be showing any improvement. You also make the newborn who lives below YOU cry. You may not realize it, but you do. You’re that bad. Visitors agree.
I promise I’m typically a much more polite person. Were I to know you personally, I’m sure I would sit in your living room and nod and smile at what I can only assume is a mismanaged mashup of John Mayer and Matchbox 20. But I don’t know you. So all I can do is say please.