I hate this guy, really I do. He's an anti-social alpha type, low forehead, grunts at you if you try to greet him lives here with his girlfriend and their kid, and is constantly yelling at both of them. Drives this Mustang, white with the black racing stripes down the top, and boy, does he love it. Revs the engine when he starts it up to leave. Revs the engine when he comes home and parks. Likes to get it running and revved up and check the engine...though I can't tell that he knows anything about engines. Has a tachometer installed on the dashboard, which makes it look more like a performance engine, which is funny, because the damn thing is an automatic! Yes, not a stick, a fucking automatic. Also, the front bumper looks to have a bungee cord holding it on.
Why do I know so much? Because he parks it right outside my front window, which also means it's right below my bedroom window. He screws around with the stereo in his girlfriend's car, too...and usually does this right outside my place. One of these assholes that has to turn things up so loud he's rattling his own panels, just to change out the speakers.
So, yes, 5:30 this morning, I'm jarred out of sleep by this fucktard, yet again. I swear, the day is coming when petty vengeance shall be mine.