The crazy lady was at it again last night. She lives a few houses down... she's about 60 years old but it's hard to tell because she dyes her hair. She's about 4'11 and maybe 85 pounds, and she goes around the alley and adjacent alleys picking screaming matches with what appear to be random strangers. But, after 10 months of watching and hearing her, patterns have emerged. There are two ladies next door to me she screams at, as well as a tailor shop keeper and a chinese food delivery owner at the end of the alley. I have no idea what her beef is. I asked my girlfriend for a translation one time, but she said it was almost as much jibberish to her as it sounds to me.

It's these tiny little apartments crammed with entire families, grandparents included. The claustrophobia and total lack of personal space or personal anything for that matter must drive everybody nuts. Not even the most loving and forgiving family could stand the living situation my neighbours have. Hell, even I feel a little claustrophobic in my apartment, and I live alone!