“I’m leaving Providence. Good riddance to all the jerks revving their crappy motorcycles and … ‘Look at me!’ idiots blasting profanity laden music from their rolling bass bins at all hours, the moronic fireworks enthusiasts who ruin a good chunk of summer, the bored and neglected dogs barking away (often for hours) until someone comes out to feed them or give them water, to the people who — despite the ultimate convenience of cellphones — still prefer to lean on their horns as a means of notifying whoever they’re picking up that they’ve arrived (again at any and all hours), and the dipshits who feel … entitled to throw open every door or window of their car or home to maximize the high-decibel music, despite numerous groveling pleas for them to stop polluting [the] completely necessary recuperative peace and quiet.”
— Mt. Pleasant resident, June 2024