day one. i should have called this 365 nights on 21st street, cause that's what it's about. maybe they'll make a movie about it.
the subtitle is: HOW GOD IS PUNISHING ME FOR CHOOSING THE HETEROSEXUAL LIFESTYLE.
okay night one: i wake at 4:15 am to a series of slightly unsafe sounding, melodic hollers, building in level: HOOOOOO! OOOOOOOOOH OOOOH HOOOOOOOOO! someone is being mugged or otherwise assaulted. goddammit. alright. i get up, walk out onto the front steps and look down the street and shout, are you okay? two people's forms are walking away from each other. no nothing. no screams for help.
my neighbor shouts out the window, are they okay? i guess so, sigh. 

night two. i am dreaming, not of 21st street but of somewhere in the other california, oak trees, dry grassy hills.12:51 am  i hear a car alarm, a good close one. and a man and a woman running, fighting, he is chasing her. crying. car alarm shuts off. running tapers off. yelling quiets.  good. drama concluded.

2:15 am, POW! CACKLE! CRASH! kids (?) are shooting trash cans. or each other. paint guns, is what comes to mind. then SMASH! breaking glass. they are throwing bottles. great. i want to yell 'sleeping!' but i don't. don't wanna fuck with teenagers.

2:51 am: one of our neighbors must have traumatic stress disorder from living in minnesota and they feel the need to turn their car on and let it warm up at all hours of the day and night. and they don't use a muffler.

i tried recently to change my mind about the noises here. you know, instead of crickets and frogs like my friend hears in sebastopol, we get car alarms, and digging thru recycling bins.  one life, gotta enjoy the fuck out of it.