“Alright Tom, why don’t we start from the beginning.” Demands officer Lopez.
Tom a 36 year old writer, while scratching his brown greasy just glared at the officer with his deep, brown, bloodshot eyes, and then he speaks.
“Well it was the second week of dealing with my new loud obnoxious neighbors. It seemed as if they never slept! There was always loud bassy music coming through the shattered windows and a steady stream of young hipsters coming in and out. I haven’t been able to sleep for weeks!” defends Tom. “It was time to finally take action since you guys weren’t doing anything about it.”
“Well then how did you do it?” addresses Lopez as his deep brown complexion turns red in fury.
“You see I needed to gather some supplies. The next day I went down to the local hardware store. I purchased some braided rope, 5 gas cans, a shovel, spray paint, and the most important item some matches.” notes Tom with a smirk.
“Ok I understand that, but how did you get them out of the house?” barks Lopez.
“Woah officer chill out, I’m getting there. Now this is what I am really proud of, I went over to my swell ole neighbors house and offered them 2 front row tickets to a Ludacris concert, of course they couldn’t turn this down and on April 2nd from 8 pm to 2 AM, I would have some precious alone time to prep everything.” schemes Tom. “That night in the cover of the darkness I placed my now full five gas cans on top of their roof along with some matches and tied my rope around their chimney. I then went and in front of all the exits dug massive pits with the spray cans at the bottom, rigged to blow on my mark after this was completed I covered them up till the next day.” reflects Tom, which causes him to chuckle.
“Oh you think this is a joke? Its not, you best start taking this seriously, you are in a lot of trouble, let’s just cut to the chase. Why don’t you walk me through the night” hisses Lopez.
“Fine no need to be rude, you should really work on your people skills, anyways on April 3rd everything was of normality, my neighbors once again were throwing another loud obnoxious event. I got to the top of their roof and tied myself onto the rope and prepared for my rappel down. I grabbed all the gas cans and on my way down spilled streams of the gas onto the house and led the stream into the street. I struck up a match and held it and admired it in my hand then I threw into onto the stream. I watched the flames snake up to the house, and start climbing the house. That’s when the screams started and people were scrambling to get out. Little did they know it was of no use the first explosion went off, that’s when the whole house really erupted with chaos as everyone was trying to find other ways out, with no prevail. I suddenly heard laughter and then I realized it was me, I was loving every second of it. There were people now jumping out the windows, I did not account for this, luckily for me the flames surrounded the house like a moat, snaking up onto the person's clothing as they flailed on the ground.”


“You are a sick twisted individual!” declares Lopez.


“Whatever, anyways by this point my work was done the smell of burnt flesh and hair filled the tainted air. It was finally quiet so right there on the spot I went to bed on the ashy street and then I woke up to you digging handcuffs into my wrist.” grumbles Tom.
“You will fry for this.” informs Lopez.