Words... what do they all mean?

Every single day, some time in the evening, a car drives by my window playing Santana. EVERY DAY. This is presumably the same people I was grumbling about a while back. More often than not, it's Oye Como Va or Black Magic Woman, a couple times it's been Evil Ways, which makes me think that they've just got like a Greatest Hits CD which they apparently play ALL THE TIME. This has been going on for at least a month and a half now. A little variety, folks? Please?

Dear neighbor,

I love me some Santana, but when you play it from your car loud enough to WAKE ME UP and make me wonder if Morgan has figured how to get into my iTunes, it's not cool.

~the owner of that window right there