Yeah, I hate rude neighbors. A few months ago, 2:30 a.m. Gary got fed up with a live band, (mostly brass and drums), on a weekday, playing in the back of a pick-up parked at curbside in front of the party house. Gary the Grinch shuffled through beer cans to find the owner. As Gary explained that most people needed their sleep, the homeowner claimed it was the last song. As Gary shuffled in his pj's home, the band struck up another song ... Gary turned towards the party and lighted up his phone. Needless to say, the music died.