My Neighbor Hates My Roommates

And then I woke up this morning. Ringing, and I went outside, and the window was open of the Audi, and the car's off. And I was like, oh my God, did somebody fucking smash this guy? Smash the window? Like, what's going on? So I walk out, there's a guy asleep in the car, and I just come over and I'm just like, hey, are you okay? Like that. And he goes, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He goes, I own the house down the street. He was always waiting for the cement guy. And I go, you've been here since last night. Been here since like 6 o'clock last night. And he goes, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I own the house. It's 4 doors down. You know the house that had the fire, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And I'm like, I don't know that. I'm like, what? I know everything going on in the street. And then he's like, yeah, he goes, I'm just waiting for the cement guy. And I go, okay, all right, no worries. He goes, my name's Arthur. I go, okay, Arthur. And then he goes, and then he goes, yeah, you know, I park up here on the hill because the brakes on the Audi can't be on the flat. That while it's running. I go, what? I go, that doesn't make any sense.