Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Well, the drunk neighbor locked himself in his apartment and is trying to set it on fire. Unfortunately, I don't know the details. But it's in another part of the building, so I'm unlikely to burn. BUY AN APARTMENT IN OUR NEW BUILDING! AMAZING APARTMENTS! EAT, PRAY, LOVE IN YOUR OWN APARTMENT! BRING YOUR IRU TO YOUR APARTMENT! AND EVEN FOR THIS CONCRETE TRASH, YOU HAVE TO PAY A LOT OF MONEY! FOR THIS CRAP! DAMN IT! FOR THIS SHIT! FOR ALL OF THIS, DAMN IT! THINK ABOUT IT!

Added 6 hours and 46 minutes ago
I just counted how many people are outside my window. Of those I could see, there are 20 (twenty, two dozen, as many as fingers on hands and feet).

No, it's better not to think at all, it's better to die in your sleep so that everything ends faster.