Home from the Holidays...

We just got home last night. As we were excitedly walking from our garage and rounded the corner to our condo we saw a gangster-looking man with a white shirt, long black shorts, tall white socks and a "13" tattoo on his forehead standing on the wall next to the row of dumpsters. We don't know why he was there or what he was planning on doing. All Brian and I know is that we NEED to move. Period.