Don't make me close one more door; I don't wanna hurt anymore

There's so much we have to tell you. But we have limited time so we'd just like to catch you up to speed on what our new neighborhood is like. So after a few weeks of living in the new pad, we have taken to regaling our co-workers with a daily installment of "You know you're in the ghetto when..." We'd like to take this opportunity to share with all of you Friday's episode of "You Know You're in the Ghetto."

I was sharply awoken at 5:30 in the morning to the sounds of arguing coming from the building next door. It seems that a gentleman and his wifey or baby-mamma or girlfriend were disagreeing about something domestically. After about 15 minutes or so - she kicks him out of the apartment and he is seen walking down the steps of his building and towards a car. I promptly fall back asleep...

Until about a half an hour later when I am awoken to the blaring sounds of Whitney Houston's "I Have Nothing." Now I had been out late the night before hitting the drink at Verlaine, Stolen Transmission (which now sucks beyond belief) and Swift, so I had immediately assumed that in my drunkenness when setting my alarm I changed the station to something that would maybe play whitney houston, so I turn over to shut off the alarm - hence ending my torture, but alas, my alarm was not scheduled to go off for another ten minutes. Befuddled and Perplexed, I look out the window only to find our original gentleman, back in his car, windows open, blaring from his radio the offending song. By the time I figure this out, the song is nearing its end, and so I hope is my suffering. Again, I am proven wrong, as our protagonist, looking to woo his lady friend back into his arms and him back into her good graces, plays the song, not once, not twice, but three times in a row.

And there you have it. Street performance of "Say Anything" at its best. Ghetto Alarm clock at it's worst. Either way it was the first time in months that I was up without hitting the snooze button at least three times.

Worst part of the story? I had the god awful song in my head the entire day.