It's So Easy

She sat in her rocker, recliner listening to it. It was after 10pm on a Sunday night. That din had made her crazy in five seconds. The floor vibrated. The walls thumped with every beat. “After all, those people have no jobs or lives. They only care about themselves.”, she thought. The subwoofer stereo mounted in a unique type of automobile blasted noise at an atomic level. Her imagination glowed when she thought about herself asking the low lifes to kindly exit the car and then blasting that modern day torture device with a shotgun. She didn’t own a gun.