A new neighbor moved in next door-a man who radiated a wild, untamed energy from head to toe.
He always came home late at night.
On the rare occasions I ran into him in the elevator, he was quiet and withdrawn, looking nothing like a decent guy.
Until one night, without the slightest warning, the water in my apartment cut off.
Halfway through my shower, I stood there in silence for a long moment before wrapping myself in a bathrobe and knocking on my neighbor’s door.
“Bro, can I borrow your bathroom?”