Just want to thank the lovely couple that lives above me for three months of misery. Look, I don’t know what trailer park you crawled out of, but here on Maui we try to be “considerate” to our neighbors. We don’t sit on our lanai at two in the morning downing beer and Mountain Dew, smoking and playing the radio—the radio!—so loud that people down the street could hear it. Nor do we camp out on our lanai at the crack of dawn, making mindless, gossipy cell phone calls to our dysfunctional friends and family members on the mainland. Why couldn’t you have just had interesting things to say during the hours and hours each day and night you perched your fat asses above my apartment? If you’re going to blast music throughout the neighborhood, why couldn’t it have good music? From your lanai, you could both see and hear the ocean–wasn’t that good enough for you?