Before They Were Rockstars:

My next-door neighbor is in a marginally-successful indie-rock band, and long before I moved in to my apartment, my ex-boyfriend made me a tape with one of their songs on it. I was playing the tape yesterday, and I wonder if he could hear me through the open screen door. He’s probably too busy smoking lots of pot and hanging out with his cats and playing his Casio keyboard. Oh, wait… he doesn’t do that last one until at least 3 am.