Morons everywhere.

There's a person on my roof. I have no idea why he's there, but apparently he's walking. On my roof. That's a bit weird.

When I got up this morning there were one ambulance and two police cars outside my window and the first thought that springs to mind is "what have I done now?". After realising that they're not here for me, I wondered if my house were on fire and looked around. "No, the apartment seems rather unharmed." So no fire. And not me. What a wonderful opportunity to combine curiousity with business - I need to buy food and I have to find out why there's so many people outside my window.
And here I am now. And there's a person on my roof. I've been on a roof once. It's not all that it's cracked up to be, really. Of course this was the roof of a house with only one floor - but you get the point, right?
Oh, new info - apparently the roofman was high as hell according to the ambulance people. Well, I suppose that explains it. Jeez... See - this is why I don't do drugs.