Neighborhood

One more thing about this neigh­bor­hood I won’t miss: the “church” of rent­ed space over the laun­dro­mat with open win­dows and loud­speak­ers. I don’t know why any­one needs loud­speak­ers that can be heard three blocks away to preach to every­one in the same room.

I’m used to church­es being good things to be near: yeah, maybe some­times the choir is loud and some­times the park­ing is bad, but gen­er­al­ly they tend to be good neighbors.

Not here. Here the church­es are a nui­sance. If this place over the laun­dro­mat were play­ing rock music at those lev­els, the police would have shut them down. But some­how it’s all OK because it’s a church.

I guess they want to pro­claim the good news and all, but hey. Oth­er peo­ple live here. If going to church does­n’t make you more respect­ful of oth­ers, I don’t want any part of your church.

Con­crete King­dom—Bil­ly Idol