make the screaming stop

yeah, yeah, it's a freaking awful night out there, and yet, despite it all, there is still a couple screaming at each other under my window. 'go ahead. fucking hit me' she is yelling. in the rain. and cold. on a monday night. she is getting hoarse. and why not? it's pneumonia weather out there. there are some things about the city i will never understand, and the ability to ignore that you are in a city is one of them. i am constantly aware that about a bazillion other people live within earshot of my every conversation. we are stacked like gerbils or japanese over every conversation in this place. the kids from the suburbs have no idea, they ell drunk and pissing in your flowerbeds on friday night. yes, i think, 'quiet, what will the neighbors think?' if this makes me a podunk, then so be it. the irony is if i interfere, and say, yo, do you need help? she would tell me to fuck off. granted, i turned off my music to listen to them, so i clearly suck at life too.