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As I was sitting at the computer this morning with the windows open, in streamed the sound of loud (and bad) music from the street. I peeked out the window to seed if I could ascertain the whereabouts of the offender and beheld a gentleman across the street next to the curb, dancing, while his car was on the opposite side of the street with the door open to better emit the dulcet tones of his (apparently) favorite song. When the song ended, he got back in his car and drove on.
I guess sometimes you just feel like a party, alone or in your car or in a strange neighborhood or whatever.