the neighbors down stairs think i'm too noisy. i have two roomates. i think they are too noisy. the sounds i hear cause me to have a 24 hour retreat inside my room. i feel like i'm sitting in an invisible case. i can't walk because the downstairs neigbor will bang a rubber hammer against his wall so that i will be quiet. i can't even talk to one of my roomates in particular cuz i'm always stoned when i'm not working and this offends him. i cant move. i can't speak. i am not free. i am in a prison and the bars are made out of social constraints. it's a bit torturous, but mostly just irritating beyond belief. i need to get out. i need to get out. i need a place of my own with concrete floors and where i can escape from all the tools who try to pass as human beings.