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.