We’ve all been there: the eyelids grown heavy, slumber beckoning—but no, someone is having a party, and we won’t be allowed to sleep until a keg of crappy beer has been emptied and everyone has staggered home for the night.

(If this has never happened to you, chances are YOU’RE the loud one, in which case we’re going to need to have a chat.)

This week’s essay takes a look at this (near) universal experience through the lens of recent events on my block. You’ll also find out about a curious and oddly satisfying form of revenge I once took, back in Miami, against some late-night partiers who were keeping me up.

I hope you enjoy this essay and don’t just use it to bore yourself to sleep tonight: https://essaysofotto.blogspot.com/2021/03/welcome-to-shit-house.html

Thanks for reading!

-Otto