Around three this morning, some homeless guy woke me up by cursing more than I do in a nonsensical rambling way. There were f-bombs, conspiracy theories, and sentences ending in, “Bang!” It was deathly quiet and his voice was so loud it echoed. I flirted with the idea of calling the cops, but I wasn’t sure if the man was going to stick around or if the street outside was just a stop on his world-wide cursing tour. When I opened the sliding door, I saw his dark figure, hunched over on the sidewalk, turn toward me and he said in a straight and coherent voice, “Oh. Sorry.”
There wasn’t a peep after that.