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Show 80 KINDS OF QUIET 1 I share my small one-room basement apartment with another guy, Chris. Our room is next to the garage where Adjacent to the Lord, the Christian metal band, practices. The members of the band live upstairs. When the landlord paid us to tear out the carpets upstairs so he could replace them, we nailed the scraps up on the garage wall to insulate the sound, but you can still hear everything. The carpet didn't do a lot to keep out the weed smell, either. They are playing one of the songs I'm familiar with by now, at least the chorus. You lift our spirits as you lifted the cross /Jesus Christ, we love you. After an hour of drinking Keystone Light and enjoying Adjacent to the Lord's practice firsthand, Chris walks inside and falls face-first into the pile of blankets and dirty laundry he uses as a bed. There isn't room in the apartment for actual beds, so he sleeps there, and I sleep on the couch. There is a black tiger blanket on the wall and a lava lamp in the comer. There is a table on the wall opposite the couch which holds a 13 inch television and a perpetual assortment of cereal bowls. I am not able to sleep so I rum on the television. It is late and a reran of Buffy the Vampire Slayer is on. Villains called The Gentleman are floating |