Yeah it's eery to move into a dead guy's apartment! Need you be told? But I guess he didn't die in the apartment, so that's something. Our neighbor in our building -- Paul and I have seen her exactly three times in the last year and a half. All sorts of stuff is piled up outside her door -- phone books, newspapers, mailers. About once a month, Paul and I, as we unlock our door and kick aside the debris around her door, ask each other if we should, you know, call the landlord or something, but then we get creeped out and don't do it. We rationalize that if she's dead, it would smell bad, and the landlord would be around looking for unpaid rent, hence it's not our problem.
There's is also a guy possibly living in the weird yellow truck that is always parked in front of the building. It's like a painted-over Hostess delivery truck or something, and he's stenciled "Odd Jobs" and a phone number and his name on the side. He's always sitting in there eating Arby's.
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