I get it. You're getting boned six ways to Sunday. You're screaming O My God like you're in a puddle of pregasm awaiting the rapture. Part of me says, "just imagine it's that Leonard Cohen song.. about the paper thin walls of this motel"... But after Captain America did his victory lap for about three hours (3 hours?? What are you trying out for?? The cock push-up olympics?!), I felt compelled to blare R&B on the pandora til 6 am. And my work suffered. My personal interactions suffered. YOU FUCKING LOUD FUCKERS! Put a sock monkey in it or get a room inside a room inside a bunker.