Sunday, May 15, 2005

Someone rang my front doorbell at quarter to five in the morning. On a weekend. And then they were rude to me.

It's my neighbours brother. He's wearing a strange hat. He has the air of international travel about him. He doesn't appear to know which flat she lives in. After I told him which flat, I heard him ring someone else.

People are strange, in the words of the song.

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