Dear sir,
I'm afraid that when you were singing "You've Got to Move" last night at 3 in the morning in a way that I was just too moved. The way you were singing it, and enjoying music from 60 years ago, I could just tell that you were enjoying life more than me. You really sang the shit out of it. I could tell you were fucking boogieing on the other side of that goddamn wall. You woke my wife up. So I guess don't do that again.
Love,
Your Neighbor
