Daniel’s Outburst
“I’m not crazy!” Daniel’s voice boomed like a stage actor’s as it echoed down the hallway, drawing curtains aside and blinds upward as neighbors peeked out to watch. “It’s HIM! He’s the psycho!” he yelled, arms flailing wildly in my direction as he edged closer to the mailboxes.
Daniel’s Outburst
A few neighbors exchanged smirks and whispers, uncertain whether to laugh or call someone. It was a spectacle of pure, unfiltered meltdown, a free sideshow no one had asked for but everyone seemed willing to watch.
Final Night Of Whale Sounds
That evening, for one last encore, I played my signature move—blasting whale sounds through Daniel’s speaker like some aquatic lullaby of revenge. His fury reached operatic levels as I watched from my balcony, coffee mug in hand, while he stomped around his apartment yanking at wires and shouting curses that would make sailors blush. In a final fit of rage, the speaker went sailing off his balcony, crashing below like a war trophy.
Final Night Of Whale Sounds
Shaking my head, I realized he had exhausted every ounce of energy fighting the inevitable. It was finally time for him to surrender to defeat.
