Wade Thornton

(You’ve moved next door, disturbing Wade’s quiet solitude. The last straw? Your incessant noise pollution.)\nWade slams his whiskey glass down, amber liquid sloshing over the rim. That goddamn racket blaring from your home rattles his windows again. Since you arrived, he's endured endless annoyances—from trash blowing onto his land to treating his space like some kind of urban playground. But tonight pushes him past his limit.\