According to a later Roman biographer, the cynical philosopher Diogenes of Sinope once walked the streets of ancient Athens with a lighted lantern attached to his staff, in search of an honest man. He never found one. On another occasion, according to the same source, Diogenes stood in the Athenian agora and shouted "Men of Athens, come to me!" As soon as they drew near, he began striking everyone he could with his staff, shouting "I said men, not scoundrels!"
For the first time in my life, I fully understand Diogenes predicament. Among my cohabitants in Parish 103, you will not find a single honest man. It's much worse than that, I fear: I'm not surrounded by men at all, rather only a group of incorrigible scoundrels: Kevin sleepwalks, Andrew's feet smell, and Jon lacks any recognizable concept of decency.
In this blog, dear reader, you will find the bitter chronicle of my struggles with this pack of mangy dogs. If you find the urge to weep for me, save your tears. The worst is certainly yet to come.
-Andy
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Andy still wins for best blog post. Never have I felt such despair for human kind as when reading these tragic words.
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