Rust never sleeps

Last night the rug rat upstairs starts pounding on the floor above me. Like with a hammer or something. Pounding, pounding...on and on. It's not enough that his feet are made of lead and every time he moves it's like a bowling ball hitting the floor. After a long truce with my crazy upstairs neighbors I finally snapped again and screamed "What the fuck are you doing up there????" Then I started playing music real loud...I went with Neil Young's 'Hey Hey My My' from the 'Rust Never Sleeps' album (not the acoustic version...the one where the guitar is ramped up to the "just making noise" level). They are, no doubt, pissed off and things are tense again. I vow NEVER will I live on a lower floor again...EVER. You never know what kind of idiot is going to end up above you. I could also get off on a discourse of overly indulgent parents (Oh he's banging on the floor...isn't that cute), but whatever.