Wow. It’s funny that I chose to write a little update about Walter and Rowdy yesterday, because last night they added a pretty significant event to their saga. This one, though, is far from funny. More like disturbing, scary, and insane.
 
I was up late last night; just sitting on my computer, listening to music, wackin’ it, whatever. Right as I was about to go to sleep (around 4am), I heard some shit moving around next door. Nothing crazy, just random thumps and whatnot. This isn’t all that unusual when living in a duplex, but once I heard voices through the walls I became nosey and wanted to know if something was going on. I turned off my fan (aka The Wind Machine), turned off the music, and put my ear to the wall. This is what I heard:
 
Rowdy: “… 4 in the morning, you God damn heroin addict. I gotta work tomorrow. Get the fuck out of here. GET OUT OF HERE!”
 
**Silence for a few seconds**
 
Rowdy: “If you don’t get out of here I’m gonna beat your ass. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! STAY AWAY FROM ME! AHHHHH!!!!!!!”
 
My heart was flying the fuck out of my chest. I didn’t know what the hell was going on next door. I was right about to call the cops when I heard Rowdy say, rather dismissively, something again about “God damn heroin addict.” So I figured he hadn’t been murdered or anything.
 
It was silent again, but for a few minutes this time. I sat on my bed waiting to see if something would develop. It looked like the episode was over at first, and right as I was about to call it a night, the voices and thumping started up again.
 
Rowdy: “Put that fucking knife down. Stay away from me you God damn heroin addict. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT KNIFE!!!!”
 
I grabbed my phone, ready to call the cops. But through the wall I heard that Rowdy had the same idea.
 
Rowdy: “…… 21 East Chesapeake Avenue. My roommate’s coming after me with a knife, he’s fucking wasted. Please hurry man. Please hurry.”
 
Honestly, I feel like an idiot now. I should have done something, maybe gone over there and knocked on the door or something. I really didn’t want to get involved with a crazy man on heroin wielding a knife, but it was really just luck that Rowdy didn’t get stabbed.
 
The cops showed up pretty quickly, three cars strong. And that’s where the story ends. I couldn’t fucking believe it. When they got there no one was yelling, no one argued, no one got arrested. They were there for like 15 minutes, and as they were getting ready to leave they stood outside and were shooting the shit with eachother, laughing and whatever before they left in their separate cars. It was so bizarre.
 
Guess that answers a few questions about Walter.

I moved into my place on New Years Day this year, January 1st. The landlord told me a middle aged guy named Walter lived next door, that he had been living here a long time, and that he works at night. That was all I knew about Walter for the entire semester. Five months I lived next to the guy and never spoke a word to him.
 
Somewhere in that time period, I met Rowdy who would eventually become my neighbor as well. You may remember an incident I documented called Rowdy and Me. Well, that was him.
 
Once Will moved in, we started to suspect that Walter was a drug dealer… and honestly that’s still very possible. Random ass people show up at the house looking for him at all hours of the night, he clearly smokes weed, everyone in Towson seems to know who he is, etc.
 
It was kind of cool having this mysterious neighbor who may or may not be a drug dealer and may or may not be running an underage prostitution ring out of his basement…. I mean we just didn’t know. Dude could be crazy.
 
Once summer rolled around though, and Rowdy moved in with him (instead of me, thank God), Walter became the greatest neighbor ever. On three separate occasions he has come over and given me a big bag of cooked and seasoned crabs. He bought a leather couch for his house, but can’t fit it in the door so he left it on our porch for us to use in the meantime (it’s the greatest thing ever, been there about five days now). I even got a free computer desk for my room through him. It’s too bad I don’t smoke bud, he could probably hook me up.
 
While Walter is busy being awesome and giving us free stuff, Rowdy provides some ocassional entertainment value by telling us stories of his time on the streets, describing old Towson, trying to booty call girls from my phone (I swear, just the other night he asked to borrow my phone and he calls up this girl Kim while he sits on the porch. He said something along the lines of “Hey baby. Come visit me girl, I miss you. I’ll throw you money for a hack.” It was three in the morning.) and banging some other blonde chick who may or may not be missing a leg.
 
Oh yeah, you know the guy who plays the trumpet across the street from Towson Commons? Rowdy kicked his can over and stomped on it a few months back. He hates that guy with a passion, and he’ll gladly tell you all about it…. even if you don’t ask.