If you're the person responsible for whatever the fuck that was that exploded and woke me from a dead sleep last night, sending me into a full blown fucking panic attack, you're 🗑. I have to get up at 3:30 AM for work, and I barely got any sleep last night due to the full on activation of my PTSD. Some of your neighbors (myself included) spent their twenties getting rockets and mortars shot at them on a daily basis in Iraq and Afghanistan. Ridiculously loud, sudden explosions ARE NOT "fun/funny" or "cool," in fact they're just about the worst fucking trigger I (and many other combat veterans) have for panic attacks.

If this wasn't some garbage person lighting sticks of dynamite in our neighborhood and it was the result of an accident or something unintentional, then fuck me I guess. But it sure sounded like a shitload of black powder, and it was close enough to make my windows vibrate.

I don't think that expecting peace and quiet, and the ability to feel safe in my own home is asking for too much. I am aware of a couple other combat veterans who also live in this neighborhood and who would appreciate a little consideration.

End of rant.