irritating children, basketball & revenge as a cold dish

I guess this will come back to haunt me someday, perhaps, especially if god is particularily interested in something like irony. The children who live near me annoy me greatly. They play basketball all friggin' night while I am trying to quietly read &/or get drunk. (Get drunk & stay drunk!)

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Thud. Bounce Bounce bounce. Thud. Whack.

For hours

Shouldn't they be doing homework or something INSIDE and QUIET?

I know. I sound like a cranky old woman. But when I'm trying to listen to birds chirp & watch the geese fly overhead in the twilight purple and honk ever so much like a volkwagon with a loose wiring thingy, the BOUNCE of basketballs is highly irritating.

I find myself trying the Jedi mind trick: you want to go inside and watch The Simpsons one hour special.

And then:
"your brain suddenly implodes and you lie writhing QUIETLY on the pavement, your basketball shrunken and pierced under your quietly breathing grand mal body".

I'm pretty sure I'm a cranky old woman.