Wow - I hope no one else was in or under his car.
As for what to do -- that's a tough one. I would, however, call a non-emergency line at the police station in your town (Atlanta? I forget) and ask them what you should do if there's a level of loud abuse that is concerning. I'm glad you're concerned -- also ask anyone else from the apartment that you run into, if he or she knows which apartment the horribleness is coming from. Maybe the landlord knows.
Your poem "Saving Grace, Delivered from Chaos" just fell out of the files and boxes that I'm trying to clean up. It gave me a pause. I think it is from a few years ago. The topic is one I've been discussing often with mivasairski -- how what appears to be a miracle is contingent
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