The Dead Boxer

A man has died. A man has died near my building. That hurts my plan to post eviction notices. It would just be too mean now. It would make me look totally heartless. Why did that silly boxer die? How annoying. I wonder why he died? It better not affect me. I stopped by the crime scene to check. Just to make sure it wasn't a tenant or some one I know. It wasn't. Watching the ambulance personnel work, Corbie Macintyre sat on a bench watching, muttering to himself and staring at the boxer. He did this for a while. What a freak. I should look up his tenant file. I don't believe he has been troublesome before. Still, this town has some weird people in it. I mean, he could suddenly become very inconsistent in paying his rent. Just like that Andre man. He hasn't paid his rent in two months. Soon, I will have my wife put a notice up on his door demanding the money or I shall send the police. The police might as well as be on my payroll. I do pay their salaries and more. Perhaps just the notice will do. The guilt of not paying will hurt him, he gets mad at his children for stealing bread out of their own pantry for goodness sake.