About a month ago, someone moved into the studio apartment above me.
As of this moment in time, 5:56 pm on Friday, April 10, 2009, I have yet to see this person. There IS someone up there. I know it.
I do not know if this is a guy or a girl.
But I have heard
and the sound of television.
I have seen
the lights on when coming home at night.
Sometimes even REALLY late at night.
I guess I must be thankful.
The last tenant of Apartment 6 was a sassy black lady who used to walk around above me in what I swear was platform shoes at all hours of the day and night. She made her presence all too often known.
However, this tenant is a mystery.
On a street that is filled with some very colorful characters all of whom makes this block as interesting as it, this mysterious neighbor is most certainly an intriguing interruption in the rhythm that Stanley Ave has developed. I REALLY want to know what's going on up there. Who lives above me??? Whose life is lived just 8 or 10 feet above my head? Is it a normal, average person? Is it someone who deliberately keeps their identity from all of us in the building and neighborhood? Is there something sinister going on up there?
Call me Gladys Kravitz, but I like to know what's going on around me. I like to see it comin'.
I am maybe 2 weeks away from getting out the old Spy Tech toys from when I was younger and solving this conundrum personally. Either that or smoke bombing them to see if I can drive them out like rats. I don't think either method is genuinely over the top or intrusive.