Voices in my Head...

This morning at 5:13am, I was once again woken up by the sound of voices in my head. No, not those kind of voices - they are real voices, I swear! (The fact that nobody else in the neighborhood complains about it, does often make me feel like they are only in my head, but... I know better, I think.) They emanate from a loudspeaker operated by a local concrete business behind our street. Noise pollution in Stinky Town can be nearly intolerable - even to a born & bred New Yorker with partial hearing loss. You'd think that one would grow accustomed to it over time, but it just seems to get worse the longer you live here: the (below) neighbor's loud music; the (above) neighbor's late night furniture re-arrangements; the (next door) neighbor's attention-starved dog who barks and barks and barks at any sign of life beyond its four walls; the traffic (underneath, above ground and in the air); the growing mass of blockheads who use that annoying "walkie-talkie" feature on their cell phones; the (screaming, whistling or uncontrollably laughing) lunatics on the subway; and the never-ending "beep-beep-beep-beep" of those damn concrete trucks backing up at 5am! To date, I've tried to curb this demonic sound by contacting the neighborhood association, 3-1-1, the 76th Police Precinct, the Borough President's office, City Hall and the DEP. So far? Nothing. My last hope, albeit long-term and environmentally/politically unlikely, are the breeding yuppies and brainy grad students who see future dog-runs in present-day Brownfields. Or, maybe the Mayor will have better luck?