Get a job, hippies!

Every morning from the school nearby I am indoctrinated with the velociraptor squeals of little children, a microphoned announcer counting off "Hanna, Dul, Set...", and thundersticks beating like a Valhalla war chant. Add to that the fruit trucks that go by with loudspeakers availing their wares and prices with monotone dreariness. And then the demented old landlady that shrieks at her husband (it's pretty funny they walk down the street on opposite sides) is the little cherry on top. Good thing I have: SLAYER!!!