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Elevation of Irritation

There’s an open piece of ground 2 blocks up from us. On occasion a fairly well known local circus stops there for a few days. Other times there’s the “Massive Shoe Sale” tent. — Don’t ask me.

This time around, for the first time that I’ve ever seen (and I’ve been here almost 5 years now), there’s another kind of circus parked there. They’ve been there since Sunday.

It’s a frikkin’ mobile church.

I wouldn’t normally mind, but as I sit here typing this, I can hear the moron yelling into his microphone. It’s not loud enough for me to hear what he’s saying (thankfully), but it’s loud enough to irritate me, and it’s been going on the whole fucking week!