I’m still aware neither of those two want to listen to anything I want to listen to.
But on that 1 hour of solitude every other Thursday afternoon, I’m in my underpants with every speaker in the house blasting space-operatic power metal to just below nighbours hearing threshold.
I’m 38 with a wife, toddler, and no house guest.
I’m still aware neither of those two want to listen to anything I want to listen to.
But on that 1 hour of solitude every other Thursday afternoon, I’m in my underpants with every speaker in the house blasting space-operatic power metal to just below nighbours hearing threshold.