I was woken at 3am this morning by a man shouting a name over and over again in the street outside my house.
At first I thought he was calling for his dog that must have escaped, and felt a little bit sorry for him even though he was inconveniencing everyone with the noise, but eventually I realised he was actually calling for his missus who had sought refuge from him in a house down the street.
Between shouting for her he was talking to himself a lot and he walked with an odd sort of limp.
I don't know if the missus was even real.
I didn't say anything to him even though he must have woken the whole street up. I could tell he was legit dangerous.
Bad home area.