There is a strange world on the other side of my window.
A really, really strange world.
Smoker Guy has a different woman every morning. He sits half out of his red brick sill, sucking at a tiny white cig, a woman standing next to him, kissing his neck.
Creeper Dude's blinds are down right now, but almost every day at 2:30 p.m., he sits on his knees in front of his window, a pair of binoculars glued to his eyes.
Robe Lady is up every morning at the same time, walking around with her curtains wide open, clad only in a robe. She watches TV while flipping her head upside down, blow-drying it with fervor.
Crazy Bathroom Chick snuck up to our floor today and used the restroom, talking on the phone the entire time. A few minutes later, she was screaming and cursing at the person on the other end of the line. The thing is, no one saw her holding a phone or wearing a Bluetooth headset.
It's a very, very strange world out there, and so few other people are looking out the window. Who else will tell these people's stories, but me?
Craziness happened, but no one looked out the window...except for me.