as i was leaving for work shortly after 7 this morning (afterall i was awake and all), i ran into mr. furley in the lobby. about the time i noticed mr. furley, i noticed an ambulance in the parking lot.

“what’s going on?”
“oh, there was a drunk resident causing trouble this morning. so i called the cops and they called the ambulance.”
“ahh, yeah she was knocking at my door at 5 o’clock this morning,” i said.
“she was knocking on a lot of doors,” he said, “i got about seven calls complaining about her. i found her laying in front of my door screaming for her monkey.”

turns out this woman has been a problem the past two nights. apparently i missed her running the front lawn the night before around 2 a.m. yelling for help.

also, it seems that the silvery forehead and black eyes are not makeup. she claims someone hit her with a 2×4. mr. furley claims her boyfriend beat the shit out of her. regardless, it makes me terribly sad.