Monday evening and a random story

Random story goes first. I was playing guitar dancing around in my apt and the people above me were screaming at each other. This is not the first time it has happened, I didn't hear any violence so I just moved onto playing guitar. Then I get a knock on the door. I open it up thinking it is going to be Kris Von German and it is the police. The first thing I say to them is "What? Am I rocking too loud?" which is funny because the guitar wasn't even plugged in. Then the police officers asked me which one was doing the shouting and I explained "They both sound like men..sir" so the police went on their way. Their uniforms looked good and I was satisfied with my tax money and the way it was used that night. I didn't hear any more yelling. Monday was ok. It is hard to get motivated to do anything sometimes for me, but I owe it to myself to get out of bed go to work and to be of service. My friend R+L asked me for a ride after work and I was kinda grumpy about it, but if I am going to talk about being of service, I need to take the action of being of service. So I gave R+L a ride and now I can write about it and say...look at me...I give back to the world wooooooo that way I don't feel as guilty when I stuff 22 crab Rangoon in my pocket at the local Chinese Buffet.