I walked out the door of my apartment building for a quick smoke. I didn't like people, I didn't like talking to then either. some pity me. They think I'm lonely because I don't talk to anybody; I like it that way.

as I got outside, I leaned on the wall and pulled out a cigarette, I heard a noise.. a loud truck noise.. I looked up to see a Uhaul truck.. "new neighbors.. I hope he isn't noisy."

I said as I watched you struggle to pick up the stack of boxes..