More motel neighbor stuff
Nov. 14th, 2005|12:13 pm: I got home from Subway and the neighbors were at it – “fuckin'” was every other word. They made up, though, and now I hear laughing. A few minutes ago, she came near the door that separates our rooms, I think to pick out a shirt for him, and she says, “Honey, is flannel okay?” It’s funnier to hear it in her drunken-sounding country twangyish voice. As they left just a second ago, she was rambling about AA meetings. I peeked out my window to get a look at them and they were exactly as I pictured. Now they’re trying to start their truck. This should take awhile.
I hate how I can’t completely pull in any radio stations in this town. The few good ones I find have just enough static in them to make it unbearable to listen to. The one station that comes in really good happens to be country music. Which is the station they play at Subway. Cricket Country, it’s called. Maybe it’s time to finally activate my Sirius satellite-ready radio.
I thought I saw a black woman the other day. But as I got closer, I realized she was just Mexican. It was stupid to think that there’d be a black woman seen in this town. That just doesn’t happen. Okay, enough complaining about Albany for the day. I’ll resume tomorrow. I really do like this city, overall. I’m just nitpicking everything.
Nov. 15th, 2005|05:32 pm: Today my neighbors were quiet for the most part, but a few times they got into it because she wanted to sleep in all day and he wanted to go out and get breakfast. As of this writing (5:40pm) she still hasn’t gotten out of bed. I noticed, while listening to the recording, there’s actually a 3rd person in that room. Their son! He sounds like a teenager and he’s not too loud. I heard him call her mom a few times. The man sounds exactly like Larry. In fact, he looks a lot like him too, but I think he’s a little younger. Maybe they’re related. Here are some sound clips of this guy trying to get his wife up for breakfast…
- How dare you bite me! This is him trying to get her out of bed in the morning.
- You’re a jerk! – You’re a bitch! In this one she insists that she’s not going and they call each other names.
- Goddamn crazy This is just them arguing back and forth for a bit.
- Try to bite me! He tells her he’s a bigger animal than she is.
There’s lots more audio than I’ve posted here. The problem is that the sound quality isn’t that great. I’m going to mess around with the sound files in Cooledit and see what I can do. And there’s sure to be lots more arguing tonight.