A day in the life of an audiophile

Don't count on moving to the country being a solution. . . dirtbikes, chainsaws, weapons fire, are not quiet.  

I get unreasonably bent outta shape by the gas pump shill as well. It's always someone with a grating voice SHOUTING. 

I’ve daydreamed about being able to hack the gas pump vid with something else....wondering if a bulk tape eraser would make an ATM act like a slot machine and ’tilt’ into a payoff spitting 20’s....using a paintball gun on Confederate flagged cars....

Using a felt marker on Trump stickers, revising to Chump....cheap parking lot tricks...

Fond memory of a National Lampoon parody of a Penthouse pictorial, wherein the final 'full frontal pic' had the models' nipples and crotch airbrushed so's to look like a Barbie doll....

Skin-tone blanks.....

...as for 'a daze in the strife...

Eat
Sleep
Rave
Repeat

This thread is about noise pollution.  Lately I’ve been in several public spaces where the background music has been so loud that it’s impossible to think.  And there is the age old problem of people blasting their music from cars or motorcycles and volumes that can be heard a mile away