There is one thing that can not compare with the space that I call my endless noise free affair. It's simple, you get stuck here in this judgement box, very little space, then cornered over someones personal worries or whatever is really going on down there.
You see, I have this theory that most people are driven by one thing and one thing alone, the idea of hinting at someones innermost secrets and only concentrating on invading their own "guilty" space when they are finally home.
Yes, I "did it," whatever, I can never explain, you and your stupid doors, you breath on them and it's ****** just the same. So much for just living life in peace, now we're just running to make sure that the creeps ***** rotten pervert lives are filled with ease!