my neighbors are crazy

scary crazy. really.
I just went to throw the garbage out and walked into the middle of a brawl. Now the police are here (again).
The other night, i was on my way to work, at 11 pm and my neighbor was in the hall, in his pjs with a handsaw, sawing his futon in half.
No, REALLY! Normal people dont do that, do they?
i stood there for several AWKARD minutes waiting for the elevator, staring at the large saw in his hand. Neither one of us saying anything. what do you say to a man sawing on a futon: "how's the weather...?"

Who would have thought there would be so many crazy people in one little building. I need to move!