My brother was recently dumped (it seems this time for good) by his girlfriend of 4 years. As such, he's looking for a new place to live, and I decided that my Great Thing To Help Him Out In His Time of Heartbreak would be assist him in that goal. (That, and go to The Cavern
, where he bartends upstairs, and watch Rick Derek tonight at 10:30.)
So we drove around, calling numbers on signs in front of cool du- or four-plexes. One of them was a dump. One was in the same house I lived before Austin and I moved in together (home of the infamous neighbors
). One was pretty expensive, but the "Info" in the "Info Tube" pointed us to a four-plex that looked pretty cool. Josh got out of the car, walked around the building, and came back.
"Go try the door," I suggested, since the front door led to what looked like a foyer.
He goes up to the door, and it's locked. So he cups his hands around his eyes to peer into the window. He jumps back; he's seen something unsettling. He turns to us, laughing, motioning for us to come check out what he just saw.
Here's what he'd seen:
After we stopped laughing, we moved on. But I kind of want him to live there, because damn. A guard tiger!