hemightbegiant

So yesterday a guest from the Inn comes into the lobby telling me there's a dead guy up the street, hanging from a window.
So after work I went to check it out...you know me and my morbid curiousity, and sure enough...there's the red shroud hanging.
It's on the front page of the paper today. He hung himself from the 13th story window. The guy on the 12th floor found him and called 911.
They said he was 61. He was legally blind and could be seen walking all over town all the time...
If it's who I think it was...I've actually talked to the guy before. He used to come into Staples all the time and make copies, and he went to McDonalds a lot when I worked there...
Kinda fucked up how one minute a dude is walking all over town, and the next he's hanging out of his window...

Corey won't give up on inisisting that she wants to keep Roscoe when I move out, so I now have to call my grandparents and tell them they can't have him.
I wish she'd just fucking grow up and realize she can't take care of him and let me give him to my grandparents...
but you know 19 year old girls. Stubborn, even when logic points towards the opposite of what they want...

I really hope I get this apartment. I can't fucking wait to be out of there.
My plan is to have absolutely no drama or bullshit in my life after I am out of that place.
I graduated 6 years ago. I don't want to revisit Highschool any time soon.

Anywho, that's about it for now. I'm stuck between aggravated as hell and introspective from the news of the dead guy.
Always a great place to be...

-Me