Very Polite Indeed, Mizer Price

Is it worth being polite when you don't mean it? Maybe once, twice.
But if you are constantly holding in what you actually want to say -
well, you can still be polite, but say what you bloody mean!
Otherwise, how can anyone know what's really happening and how you actually feel.

I was recording a song in my bedroom late Sunday afternoon - just some acoustic guitar and vocals.
Alex falls into my room in his bathrobe screaming at me - complaining about my
constant music playing and singing and then the waterfall started. He has TRIED to be polite... 
but I don't seem to get it, he yells.
He began listing off all the tiniest things that have bugged him over the past three months of me living there.
I stood and listened calmly, which aggravated him even further and he ordered me to get the hell out immediately.
I did just that. Packed my things and am staying with a friend now.

The funny thing is - Alex is not my landlord. His mother is. All financial agreements and otherwise were
communicated between her and I. And yet, this thirty some year old jobless coked out drunk, who is nothing but a burden to his poor old widowed mother, kicks me out in a bloody rage for playing music. I'm sure Francis Barraud would be so proud of his descendent.

Plenty of musicians get kicked out at least once in their life. Let's hope it's only once.