Meet one of my neighbors. I kindly refer to him as Cletus. Harmless I am sure, but I've never seen him with a shirt or shoes. Unfortunately, I do not think they would serve him at our local 7 Eleven.
Anyway, living in this hotel is kind of funny because I get to see the types of people that come and go. Sometimes we get local college kids trying to party it up, other times you get families in town for maybe the parks. But mostly it seems that we get fishermen with their pick up trucks who are gone by the break of dawn.
But in the event there is an annoying routy group in the building, I just roll my eyes and wait it out because, surely, I will still be here.
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