I realize some people just need to sing. I get it. Heck, sometimes I admire it. For example just this morning I encountered this round little granny out for her morning walk. She was huffing and puffing and singing to the beat. I got a chuckle out of it. And I'm still wondering what she was listening to.
But my neighbor is another story. Clearly he needs attention. And clearly he's taking Whitney's death real hard. Every day at 210 Sullivan, we have big ballad night. He sings from the moment he enters the building. And he goes from one song to the other. And it's bad. And all I want to say is "SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP."
Please.