There’s something weird with my neighbors. Three men live together, but I don’t think there’s any sexual stuff going on. I don’t snoop, but I’m pretty sure the walls are thin enough for me to guess if anything was going on.
One’s a fat old guy, rides a loud Harley with his white poodle. He kind of smells like pee. Every night at 11 pm on the dot he wakes the building up by taking a full 2 minutes to park his bike.
His roommate is like a long droopy reed. He’s black in the Snoop Dogg pimp kind of way. Lazy eyes. I hear that he’s a software developer. Sometimes I see him with a guitar bag, an amp, and some trash bags heading out. I think he plays somewhere for change. Snoop hangs out with some local guys with bloodshot eyes and the smell of pee.
The third guy used to say hi to me a lot, but ever since I told him I didn’t have money when he knocked on my door at 11 pm, he hasn’t really been all that friendly. He said it was to buy meds for his roommate – I don’t know which one – but considering his eyes were all hazy and he was kind of slurring, I think he wanted to get on drugs. Then again, I feel kind of bad if one of his roommates did need some meds.
On Mondays at 7 am, Third Guy wakes everyone up cause he rifles through the garbage to find aluminum cans to recycle. He consistently smells of stale beer. He’s also a big ratpack. He brings back broken TVs and dirty socks and broken chairs from the dumpsters then decides he doesn’t want them and leaves it in front of the stoop. Sometimes he’ll drag back dying plants for his ‘garden’ that sits right outside our door.
Aside from the lesbians who smoke next door, the three guys’ apartment reeks of body odor. Reminds me of New York.