This morning I woke up to some kook outside my building wielding a shovel and yelling at the house across the street demanding that Owen get the f out of his house. It was kind of amusing. Then he started yelling at passers by and smacking the ground with the shovel. He really wanted everyone to know that Owen was in his house and wouldn't leave.
I love living downtown. Always something going on. Murders, bum fights, shovel wielding lunatics with people named Owen occupying their houses...
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