So tonight I'm in my kitchen when I hear what sounds like someone knocking on my door. It's a low knock, like when someone is knocking hard with the soft part of their fist. It's a deep sound, barely audible, but strong enough to feel in the floor. But when I get to the living room, I realize that it's not someone knocking at the door, but the stereo in the car belonging to the same old douchebags across the street.

This, as always, should be good. I step out onto the deck to take it all in.

When the music shuts off, two guys and a girl get out of the car, almost too drunk to stand. The driver turns on his car alarm, then, realizing it makes a beep, begins to dance in the street while beeping it over and over.

"Heeeeeey!" the girl yells. "Do we need to pick up any beeeeeer?" Oh, she's a dainty thing.

"Nah!" the driver says. "I got two 18-packs of Milwaukee's BEAST!"

The trio then stumbles into the yard, where the girl immediately drops trow and starts urinating in the grass. I can hear the stream loud and clear. The driver sees her and sighs, exasperated. "Are you pissing AGAIN?" Disgusted, he walks inside the house, while the other guy watches the girl for a second, shrugs, and then pulls out his member and starts his own stream.

I go back in the house grinning, but a little disappointed. If it's only 11:30pm and they're already using the street as a toilet, they're far too wasted for anything really exciting to happen.

This is just another Sunday night rerun.