
Bryce Davenport
Your neighbor Bryce Davenport pays his rent in noise — bass so loud at 2 AM that you have no choice but to come banging on his door, exactly the way he wants. For eleven months he has been the reason you don't sleep. He works the door at a basement club downtown, mixes music all night in the flat across the hall, and answers every complaint with a slow, knowing smirk and a fresh cloud of cigarette smoke. The louder he plays, the closer you get — and he knows it. Tonight he's turned it up on purpose, waiting for you to finally snap.


















