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This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from charachters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

Also, yesterday I saw somebody's medical file, complete with chest X-rays blowing down the middle of Michigan Ave.

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from charachters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

Why is your life so freakin' interesting?

Ya Mar wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from characters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

Why is your life so freakin' interesting?

Cuz I live in a dump. I consider it like Utah in the cowboy days, all sorts of miscreants drag themselves in and hide from the law.

My professional advice to you is move the bed. In fact just put the mattress up against the common wall and stay in a sleeping bag in the living room.

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from charachters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

For a minute there I thought you and I lived in the same building, on the same floor until you got to the bird...

paramour wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from charachters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

For a minute there I thought you and I lived in the same building, on the same floor until you got to the bird...

I'm scared Paramour, I think I need you to come over and keep me safe.

paramour wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

For a minute there I thought you and I lived in the same building, on the same floor until you got to the bird...

For a minute there I thought he was predicting my future.

The Beav wrote:

paramour wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

My next-door neighbor is a [b]fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, rarely an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

For a minute there I thought he was predicting my future.

Fixed that for ya.

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from charachters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

Is there a math for lawyers class you missed?

David Hall wrote:

The Beav wrote:

paramour wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

My next-door neighbor is a [b]fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, rarely an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

For a minute there I thought he was predicting my future.

Fixed that for ya.

Thanks. I fixed your phrank. Sort of.

The Beav wrote:

David Hall wrote:

The Beav wrote:

paramour wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

My next-door neighbor is a [b]fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, rarely an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

For a minute there I thought he was predicting my future.

Fixed that for ya.

Thanks. I fixed your phrank.

Very well done.

David Hall wrote:I'm scared Paramour, I think I need you to come over and keep me safe.

On the way.

David Hall wrote:

The Beav wrote:

David Hall wrote:

The Beav wrote:

paramour wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

My next-door neighbor is a [b]fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, rarely an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

For a minute there I thought you and I lived in the same building, on the same floor until you got to the bird...

For a minute there I thought he was predicting my future.

Fixed that for ya.

Thanks. I fixed your phrank. Sort of.

Very well done.

There. I think I finally got it right, including paramour's quote.

Putski wrote:

David Hall wrote:This is like Hot Fudge Overheard but for things we experience with our our other senses.

A little background on what I have witnessed over the past five months in my new building.

My next-door neighbor is a fifty to sixty year-old man. He lives alone, save for a couple of times a week when he has some friends over, sometimes an occasional lady. I know all of this because the walls in this building are paper thin.

He does not work, and the TV is constantly on.

I've gotten the sense that he is hiding out from somebody. On the rare occasions when he leaves his apartment, he cracks the door open slightly, peeks out and then leaves. A couple of times, I knocked on his door; once to let him know that I'd be having a party, and another time to borrow some sugar or something. Both times he was inside, but he never opened the door. His peep-hole is drilled out.. making a dime-sized hole in the door.

Recently, I've seen gang-squad type police officers rolling through our parking lot and checking license plates. I figured they were trying to serve a warrant or something. I considered my neighbor to be their likely mark, thereby explaining his reluctance to socialize.

Today, I came home to find something interesting on his doorstep. A dead blackbird with its head cut off. The bird was placed directly in the middle of his doormat.

I wonder if this dead blackbird is a message akin to the horse's head in the bed. If it is, its probably from charachters other than the Detroit Police.

My bed shares a common wall with his apartment, so I really hope that I don't witness some sort of terrible gunfight. Do you think I'm overreacting to the situation?

Is there a math for lawyers class you missed?

My unwillingness to learn math is what doomed me to a life in the liberal arts.