Its about 3:30 in the morning, and I'm slightly buzzed going out to my garage to have a smoke. When I reach my garage, I hear someone in the alley singing. I slowly creep up to the edge of my garage in order to look into the alley to see who the drunk is singing. There is my mid 50's neighbor swaying back and forth while pissing behind his garbage can and singing a Bon Jovi song.
It took me a second to realize it was my neighbor, since I was wondering who in the fuck was pissing while singing loudly in my alley that late in the night. No, this isn't something normal during the day... that I think! Well, there he is rockin' out with his cock out singing, "Lets sing a song for the broken hearted! Waaaoohhh Waaaoohhhhhh!"
I couldn't help but stair at the random hilarity, tho I knew I should just walk away. Little did I know he would flip his head around to see if anyone was watching his vocal performance. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots me and nearly pisses on himself. Actually, he might have just done that. He looks at me, and tries to wave to me with the hand that was holding him up, nearly falls on his ass, and yells, "Heyyyyyyyy! Fuck Yeahhhhhh!"
Out of embarrassment, I slightly wave back and say, "Party hard!"... and walk away. I didn't know what to say. He was HAMMERED!
Needless to say, I'm not looking forward to running into him when in my garage now. He's a very reserved and respectful guy, so I think he might just be guilted into saying something completely AWKWARD!
Soooooooo, lets sing a song for the drunken neighbors! Waaaoooohhh waaaooohhh!
