How I made a weirdo stop shoving garbage through my mail slot.
I live on an interesting little corner of the downtown area. It wouldn’t be inaccurate to describe it as the city’s hairiest armpit. Lots of crack addicts, dealers, homeless and the mentally awry. The gf and I hadn’t been aware of a gentleman who was stabbed in the kisser in front of our apartment until it was reported by the local news an hour later. I waved at the news crew. But whatever; the rent is cheap.