Grammar and Fear

I don't like hearing noises outside my house at night, especially strange noises. Why? It reminds me of my ex and her unending paranoia. I don't ever want to think or fear or react like her sketched-out form did, never. Endless anxiety driven questions about totally nutty stuff like "who is out there?" and "You can't hear them??? OH, you're just one of them too." It nearly drove me crazy trying to help her find the ground, you know, reality.
So, when I hear weird sounds outside of my house I think of my ex and make damn sure that they are real, actual sounds...and they are, of course. So then the discussion of "what WAS that noise?" begins and either I'm nervous, annoyed, or so curious I have to investigate it. Tonight was a nervous investigation.
I pinpointed the noise origin from the following insightful data:
A. I was inside, and I wasn't hearing it. It must be outside.
B. It was coming from the street, which certainly does not run through my house.
C. It was a very loud noise (no amplification was necessary) so it was actually pretty easy to locate.

It was time to face the noise and deal with it. I needed a cigarette by now anyway.

As I walked outside the noise grew in proximity. I stepped into the shadows of my unlit carport and sat in a squeaky lawn chair obscured from sight by the car. I listened and held my breath like a deer hunter. Their approach began...

"HEY! Sing that old Compton shit man." Much wooohooing and such. Drunks, in a gaggle of 3 to be accurate. Loudly bleating old-school Westcoast Compton NWA rap to be exact. And I'll hand it to them, they did remember most of the words.
My cigarette was extinguished and curiosity was satisfied, even bored, by the source of the questionable "out of place" noise. I went back into my room, stopping by the restroom on the way. I caught myself in the mirror mumbling along to "Straight Out Of Compton." I couldn't help but wonder if those drunk dudes got home.

"Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky/When you got a subject and a predicate"-NWA Express Yourself.