The worst part about living on Aurora

It’s not the crime, the sirens, or the occasional gun fire; it’s not the half naked people walking down the center of the street or the myriad of crazy peoplr yelling crazy shit on the corner. It’s the Fucking. Motorcycle. Groups.

I hate these loud bitches with a firey heat that frankly surprises me. Once the weather gets nice, groups of 30+ will drive by all throughout the day and night producing the loudest and most intensely annoying noise I can conceive of.

Today has been especially full of motorcycle bullshit; I’m studying for an important test and I’m one more obnoxiously revved engine away from becoming one of the crazy people yelling crazy shit on the corner.