I mentioned before that there’s a gap in the wall between me and the office next door so I can hear that guy over there.
Here’s what I’ve learned so far:
His name is Roger.
His cellphone rings the Lone Ranger music. For obvious reasons, this makes me uneasy.
He keeps irregular hours.
He has chronic cough.
He tapes up a lot of stuff. I hear that SKRIIIIT sound of tape every afternoon he is there.
