My downstairs neighbor thinks he’s John Mayer. The only problem is, he’s not. At least — not yet!
We live in a very small apartment complex. I’m talking two stories high with 30 units. Nonetheless, he sings his heart out day and night.
Sometimes, it drives me nuts. But I don’t stop him, and I never will.
Not when my wife and I have friends over for dinner. Not when we’re having one of those conversations. Not even when I’m trying desperately to maintain focus and study for the bar exam.
Because friends let friends dream big dreams.