this morning #1520.
this morning, i had no patience for the neighbor’s paranoiac breakdown. did i feel bad for him? of course. he’d brought this on himself though, so when he tried calling me just as i was about to walk into town hall, i let it go to voicemail. for now, i had to focus. from what he’d shown me so far, i was better off investigating his neighbors on my own anyhow. maybe in a day or two, if he’s able to get it together, i’ll bring him back into the fold. focus. i stepped inside the town hall. a small building. an old man sitting behind a desk. on the phone. i gave a wave. he held up one finger. “one second.” i waited. inspected the photos on the walls. a minute later, the man behind the desk ended his call with a “what can i do for you, doll?”