Inspired by: I Am a Lonesome Hobo
Ein received a complaint about an unhoused man sleeping in the doorway of his apartment building. Mr. Wizowski did not want to deal with it, so Ein spoke to him.
“Excuse, me sir…” Ein said softly.
“What do you want?”
“Hello, my name is Ian Quinn. I’m the owner of this building and…”
“I’m just trying to sleep, man.”
“Can you do it somewhere else?”
“Let’s back up. What’s your name?”
“Like I said, I own this building and…”
“Congratulations. It looks like a great place to live.”
“Sure, it’s a little run-down, but I’m trying to fix it up.”
“That’s fantastic. Have a good day.”
Clark rolled over, turning away from Ein.
“No, wait, I was hoping I could get you to move.”
“I’ve been out and about all day. I really need to get to sleep.”
“Can I ask how you ended up on the streets?”
“No, you fucking can’t!” Clark said, sitting up and facing Ein. “You think because you’re some fancy building owner, you’re better than me? I have had material wealth. I have been loved in such ways you cannot imagine. Life is long, and its path is treacherous. What man has today, he is not promised tomorrow. Now, please leave me alone!”
“No, I’m not leaving you alone. I have empty apartments, and if tenants aren’t happy with you out here. The least I can do is invite you in and give you a place to stay. Take a shower. I’ll get you some food. Please come in for the night, at least.”
“If I do come in, do I have to hang out with you?”
“Nope,” Ein said, holding out a hand for support.
Clark accepted, and Ein showed him to his apartment for the night, at least.