you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here

I hate living next to a bar.  I forgot what a pain it is.  When I was a kid we lived a few houses down from a bar.  We had a car almost drive up onto our front stoop once.  Drunks have no respect for us folks trying to sleep at 2am.  No offense to any drunks out there.

Even during the day I have to listen to these people leaving the bar and carrying on.  Yesterday these two people spent a good 10 minutes outside my house screaming at each other and every other word was F--- this or F--- that.  I have kids, they don't need to hear that stuff.  They stumble out of the bar at 2am then rev the motors of their cars (or worse yet, their motorcycles) for five minuets before peeling out of the parking lot, only to slam on their breaks at the end of the driveway.  I'M TRYING TO SLEEP OVER HERE!!!!!!

It's bad enough dh keeps me up all not with his snoring.  And then the owner cleans up and I have to listen to several minutes of glass breaking as he fills his dumpster with used Bud's.  Once a week the garbage truck comes and I have to listen to 15 minutes of beep, beep, beep and more glass breaking right outside my bedroom window.

I need sleep.