My name's Rick

So I figure it's about time I blogged about Rick. Rick is the homeless man who lives on my front porch. It began with a cooler,a red cooler that appeared on my front porch. This was apparently acting as his suitcase. The first time I encountered rick was on a Tuesday morning around 10am. He was screaming "Jesus Christopher Jesus Christopher, I hate my life", and moaning. He was also running back and forth between the porch and the rectory of the church.

Two days later I left my house and there was rick, with who else but my drug addict upstairs neighbor, because of course, rick is his friend and this is why he's here. I come out on to the porch and rick says to me "hey, I'm rick, you'll probably see me around a lot! " and of course I'm thinking "the fuck I won't!" but clearly the man is crazy and as I have no desire to start a war with the homeless man on my porch, I just smiled and walked away, as matt (my upstairs neighbor) gave me his usual salutation "be safe!". Is that a threat? Who says that?

We haven't quite decided how to deal with rick just yet, but foe the time being he seems
Pretty harmless....

My Father the Hero

I just talked to my dad on the phone, who told me about how he channeled Jack Bauer today. While walking a property in Washington DC, him and his team came across a door they couldn't open. my dad, after watching last night's bad ass episode of 24 and feeling especially Jack Bauer-ish, told his team to "step aside", as he proceeded to KICK the door in. after successfully kicking in the door, their response was "you watch too much tv." My Dad is totally my hero.