The Lovecraft

So while you’re out having a smoke and feeling a bit tipsy, look up. There are apartments across the street and voices carry. You’d make a lot of people happy if you went around the corner on Oak to chat. Grand may be a busy street, but it’s also like a canyon and your voice echoes. Imagine you trying to sleep and constantly hearing noise. I know we live in a city, and that should mean tolerating irritations that don’t exist out in the country, but respect is respect and we are part of that neighborhood. So shhhhhhhhhh! (please)