There's nothing worse than some fucking asshole that thinks it is okay to run impacts, cut, grind, and beat on steel all fucking day long.
Or, one man's trash is another man's treasure. My point was not that he was playing music loudly because he has never once complained about me working all day ever single fucking day making as much noise as I like, but instead, that I was very highly confused about a song I thought I knew but didn't really.
Not only that but he walked over and told me he was going to have a party, that party was going to be loud and if Kat and I wished to meander across during the festivities and partake in as many tacos we could handle, we were very welcome to do so.
He also carried across 6 gallons of Delo 400 in 15-40 diesel special oil and donated it to the cause which is exactly the oil I use in the truck. I tried to pay for it, he wouldn't accept money.