Joel and I went to a Vietnamese restaurant¹ tonight.

We have not seen each other in about two weeks and needed to dish about our trips.² Joel brought back a cookie from the Carnegie deli, which is apparently a famous something-or-other from up yonder.

I dropped Joel off, and when I turned onto my street I found it blocked off by an ambulance and a police car. Of course the ambulance was for downstairs neighbor, and the police were pounding on his door when I entered the apartment.

I don’t understand what is going on. The police and ambulance left, and now downstairs neighbor is blaring music…what the hey? This better not mark a repeat of last summer…

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