I live four doors down from a well-known Chicago bar called Empty Bottle, that hosts bands that play music that makes me grateful for its mostly soundproof walls.
(But if you imagine it must be gargoyles in there listening to that music, a lot of my friends love the place—and a couple of them sometimes play there. Also, I encountered an Empty Bottle reveler who one night had climbed the tree outside my second-story bedroom window. His face was about 12 feet from mine and at eye level when, not wanting to startle him into a tragic fall, I whispered that he ought to quiet down so I could sleep. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” He clambered down hurriedly and walked off, bashfully saying over his shoulder, “Have a good night, sir!”)
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