The first man came sometime in December. I had just returned after my call to bar and I was cleaning my room. Next thing I heard was the sound of dripping liquid outside my window. Or so I thought. I actually thought someone was pouring water out their window from one of the rooms upstairs. I look out to confirm and I see this guy, happily uriniating in front of my window. What the hell!
Someone just told me that by keeping to myself so much, I tend to have a myopic view of life. Really? Is that true? Even with all the books I devour, is that even possible?