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i hate being interrupted at anything, especially work. when i'm practicing singing or playing and someone calls, i ignore it and throw the phone in another room. when someone comes to talk to me i bite their head off. when i'm in the middle of leading a rehearsal at a space i've paid to use for such and a pawtucket police officer threatens to kick my head in because he doesn't have time for this $#@% i get really ticked. apparently the people in the building who prop the door leading to theft, blast guitar hero into my bedroom at 3am, and care for a child in a manner that promotes a consistant bloody scream at all hours of the night accompanied by the yips of a malnourished chiwouwa have a problem with me working during the daytime. well that's just lovely. so, i've left love notes being mr. friendly. but i warn these losers and landlords of the lofts that if this becomes a problem i'm going to be the biggest pain in the @$$ they've seen in a long time about it. i've got a jewish mother and have had 2 jewish girlfriends, i've learned a thing or two about getting my way.

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