Three, four, or five, or some number of the residents here at the RCF are moving out soon. I won’t miss most of them.
Then there was James, who clearly had behavioral issues, and possibly schizophrenia; I’m not expert, but the guy just didn’t act right.
Also gone is Randy. I got introduced to him twice, you might say. I shook his hand when he moved in. The next time I met him, I was watching WWE Raw. Someone was poking me with his fingernail. I turned around and call him an asshole.
The little asshole complaint about my assessment that he must be an asshole, but the nurse reminded him that had been poking me first. I voluntarily switched seats.
Another thing Randy did put his laundry at my door. And he tried hitting on one of the women here by calling her beautiful and winking at her.