9/1/01: Nobody, Nobody.
When I’m hanging out around the house, I usually am in old gym clothes and have my hair piled up on my head. So since it’s time to drop off the rent, I make myself slightly more presentable. I change into real clothes and put my hair into pigtails.
I walk out and around to the front door and ring the bell, waiting for someone to come to take the check. “Coming! Coming!” shouts someone from inside. After a moment, one of my landlord’s daughters answers the door.
“Just dropping off the check,” I say, and she nods and takes it.
As I walk by the window, I hear her shouting: “It was nobody, nobody.”
Good to know, I guess.