This little dude is pretty fucking sinister. He reminds me of my current property manager (who, unlike him, is female, but also the devil's spawn). My days of living in this deceptively evil Bushwick apartment are coming to an end. While I will miss the bedroom windows, neighborhood, 99 Cent Stores, and the stoop kids next door, I won't miss not having heat/hot water, nor will I miss the anger/fear/anxiety I feel in relation to Arlene, the most insane, demonic, and awful property manager I have ever personally encountered. Maybe I should call this guy "Arlene," but I think that'd be doing him a disservice. He couldn't be nearly as malevolent as the original Arlene.