Where have all the nice people gone?

When we moved in this neighborhood some 22 years ago, it was such a quiet and nice place. Most of the people living here were older than us and in general quiet ones. With one tiny exception. The couple that lived above us. But that's another story and I'm not sure I want to tell it because they're dead now. 

With the passing of time, more and more people died and their family or children sold or rent their places. And the nice street became a noisy one, with late, very late parties, music and shouting and whatnot. Almost every week, a different party, event, whatever. If during holidays I say, ok, people don't work, they have fun, what about the rest of the year? Don't they work? Don't their children go to school? Why, tell me why do people feel the need to have very loud parties, outside if possible, with karaoke and DJ? Until late at night or very early in the morning? You cannot go and tell them anything because they won't listen, they don't care. That's the best scenario. The worst one is they beat you up or slash the tires of your car.

What can I do? I'll go and listen to my audiobook or stuff my ears with earplugs and try to read. Because now, with all the racket outside, I cannot hear myself thinking.

Rant over. Thank you for listening.

I'll resume my usual posts tomorrow.