Either the roommate across the street is out of his damn mind, or he’s using headphones or a bluetooth device. Standing on the front step, smoking, head bobbing, and flailing his [cigarette] hand around as if he’s having a very animated discussion with someone, or listening to some music. Based strictly on the hand movements, I’d guess hardcore rap. Since the windows are closed (it’s 16 degrees outside) I can’t hear what he’s saying, but it’s slightly…disturbing…to watch.
He’s not quite as fascinating as the previous chain smoking roommate was, but it’s free entertainment.
I still kind of miss my old smoking buddy. It was much easier to make up judgmental stories about him. He wore the same sweatpants every day—three-sizes-too-big with the crotch around his knees. He didn’t drive or have a job and there were multiple women who would show up (individually) throughout the day and either take him out to buy beer or stay for about an hour and leave. Or his other friends would come and they’d sit in a [running] car in the driveway for an hour smoking with the windows up.
Not sketchy behavior at all.
I was kind of bummed when he moved out.
The current roommate has a job and a car and appears to be a productive member of society. Aside from his passionate conversations with himself while sitting on the front step.
It’s nice to know that the guy who actually owns the house is our HOA president.
In the meantime, I’ll just be over here playing FFXIV wherein Blake* motorboats Abeline** on a regular basis.
*Bob
**Me
What?
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