Question: If it's 3 a.m., and there's a shirtless dude, who, after spending a few minutes looking into the windows of a vacant apartment across the street from me, decides to pass out on the sidewalk in front of that apartment, next to his 1970s porno van, should I call the police? Even if he doesn't appear hurt, and he doesn't appear to be hurting anyone?
Answer: Yes indeedy, because that's all very creepy, and it's happening too goddamn close to my apartment.
Sigh. Am I a sellout if I desperately want to move to the suburbs?
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UPDATE: Peeking out my window, it seems that the guy lives in that apartment. (Awesome, he's my across-the-street neighbor!) The cops, infinitely patient, held flashlights for him as he took many long moments to fumble with the lock and finally let himself in. I guess he was too, um, drunk? to unlock it without aid. Cops are still there, however, which makes me think they might have the same question I do: If you're too drunk to open your own door, and too drunk to come up with a plan other than sleeping on the sidewalk when it's a million degrees outside, should you, perhaps, maybe not have driven your porno van home?
Ah, drama. An exciting feature of downtown living.
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FURTHER UPDATE: It is two months later, and I recently learned from a friend of a friend that the guy in question here just so happened to be an unregistered sex offender. Yey!
