the patio door in my apartment faces out into the parking lot. i’ve been sitting here updating my hawaiian punch in cocktail glasses column and looking out the window.

it’s a grey day out there and it looks to be pretty cold. but i’ve seen a lot people come and go this afternoon. so far i’ve witnessed:
a man leave carrying a garment bag and a jar of what appeared to be bacon bits.
a semi-cute boy come in carrying a veggie tray and 12-pack of bud light (he’d of been a lot cuter had it been a case of leinies and he knocked on my door.
an elderly couple come in carrying what looked like a pink and white striped victoria’s secret bag.
one of prior lake’s finest back into a parking spot and leave his lights on. come into the building clipboard in hand. my breath caught in my chest as i waited to hear a knock on the door and i sat here wondering about anything i could have done recently that would warrant a visit by the cops. 7 minutes later mr. officer came outside with a teenage boy in tow. they walked to the cop car– the drivers side (which is blocked from my view by a wretched mini-van) then they walked to the passenger side and the boy was put in the back of the car. then they pulled away. a man in a green stocking cap was trying to rubberneck it and see who was in the back seat. in the process he walked into a tree-branch and fell on his ass (yes, i laughed).

i’ve come to the conclusion that i really need to leave the apartment and soon.