There is this Mexican dude two doors down from me. He's staying there with some other Mexican guys but I can't figure out how many of them there are because they are always coming and going in different cars...
This one guy does nothing but drink Bud Light, walk up and down the walk way and talk on the phone. That's it. This starts anywhere between 10 & 11 in the morning and ends anywhere between 10 & 12 in the evening.
My questions are: What the HELL is he talking about all day and how is he still standing by 3 p.m.? Seriously! He must down a couple 30 packs per day easy money and it's not like he's pacing himself. Every time his beer is finished, he goes inside and gets another one. I am also stumped by where the beer is coming from. I never see anyone bring any back to the room. Ever.
You have no idea how hard it is for me to leave this guy alone. I just want to slap the phone out of his hand and hammer him with questions and then run into his place to see the gigantic pile of beer he somehow smuggled in during the 1/2 hour I happened to luck out and fall asleep...
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