there goes the neighborhood

arriving home from work this evening, i noticed a man in a black leather jacket facing my door talking to himself and making strange motions. excellent, i thought. finding someone masturbating on the doorknob is even better than the time i found the three guys urinating together in my back parking lot. "excuse me?" i said, and the guy jumped about a foot in the air, apologizing for being in my way. as he turned around, i realized not only was there a creepy guy at my door, but a goth creepy guy with blue eye makeup everywhere. only he wasn't really a goth creepy guy (no dirty doorknob deeds, just adjusting a broken jacket zipper), he was actually a sad-looking drowning-outside-in-the-rain goth with his makeup dripping blue all over his many ankh pendants. as i entered the apartment to check my mail, the goth knocked on the door. "excuse me? do you know amy and michelle? (or something like those names) they live on the second floor? do you know if they're home from school yet?" so as i blinked blankly a few times, wondering how i would possibly know that information since i'd just gotten home, even if i did know amyandmichelle, he launched into a detailed earnest explanation of amyandmichelle's exact appearances and usual class schedules, and that he was one of the pair's boyfriend from out of town who visited frequently... so i assumed he wanted me to let him in out of the rain. no: "hey, is that your boyfriend who lifts weights? he really gets on my nerves." more blankly blinking as i tried to figure out why mmmb lifting weights three hours away could possibly get on the poor wet goth's nerves. "no, that must be someone else." enter a detailed description of somebody who apparently lives in this building and lifts weights early in the morning. now wet goth has become chatty wet goth, and i still can't figure out what he's doing here. "umm, would you like to come in from the rain?" "oh, i would never do that. one time somebody else wouldn't let me in. really? i could come in?" now, i can't imagine why anyone would distrust a wet make-up-streaked black-leather-wearing large man talking to himself looking like he's masturbating. but he just seemed so pathetic out there i couldn't leave him there. i left him on the indoor stairs landing to wait for amyandmichelle in warm dry peace. so i either win karma points for my good deed, or if i don't show up for work tomorrow, someone come check my apartment and see if maniacal laughter and german industrial music are pouring out my window.