Unintelligible

In the park in front of my house, for about 45 minutes, a man was shouting and mumbling something in a language resembling Spanish. It only resembled Spanish, because I'm sure "fucka you moth-[guttural sounds] drink my bitch pendejo!" isn't grammatically correct. Taken properly, this becomes an endearing quality of my neighborhood.

Seeking respite from the ramblings of a drunk, I noticed our neighbor on his roof, with a guitar on his lap pointed upright, chanting something that didn't resemble any language with which I am familiar. He wasn't wearing a shirt, though this is nothing new, as last night I had the misfortune of seeing him playing at his computer while naked. Fortunately his back was to the window.