I hate it when people can't just chill. One of my housemates in college used to blast (I'm talking top volume setting) various forms of southern rock from his room at 4am when he got wasted. I can't believe the neighbors never called the cops on us. It was pointless to try to stop him, though. The only thing he would respond to at that point was somebody turning down the volume, and his response was just turning it back up. He was catatonic, staring at his wall, singing along with Skynyrd. It was fucking creepy.