I have this post to write that I thought would be funny, but it's somewhat sad.
Long long ago, I wrote posts about the crazy guy who lives in my building, an elderly man who shuffles around talking about going to the beach with hot girls, when in fact he barely makes it out of our front gate. The other residents of the building and I keep an eye on him, and make sure he's doing alright. Although no one has ever been inside his actual apartment. The shutters are always drawn, the doors are always closed. It's a big mystery, that place, and we've all been dying to get in and see what it is like.