“A man in our building”

Yesterday something happened that sacred me.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

There was a man in our building who came up to us, drunk as a skunk, and started yelling.

I didn’t understand much of what he said but the incident was enough to freak me out.

This morning I saw the man again and he didn’t say anything.

I guess he couldn’t remember.

But I remember.

And I’m still freaked out.

I just pray I won’t see him ever again.

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