day two: moving in i needed the mammal to watch the van with my belongings while my brother, his former roommate 'm', and yours truly lugged everything up the stairs...this time, being illegally parked, i burst into his stuffy room, and implored him to arise and merely stand by the van...again he protested, but reluctantly awoke...a half an hour later, while the three of us had been busily moving stuff into the already cramped apartment, the hairy mammal appeared, and stood by the van...as we hurried and sweated he stood, spoke to the stragglers on the street, and lifted nary a finger...occasionally i would come down to get something and he would make a biting comment while leaning on the van..."you still use c.d.'s, man you're behind the times"..."where'd you think you were moving to with all this stuff, amherst?"...he was talking to the latinos on the street about their dissatisfaction with another white person moving into the neighbourhood...and the next time i came down the stairs, he would exclaim, "hey [church of al] they don't want any white people in the 'hood"...and i, sweating and tired, picking up another heavy item would respond, "well [mammal] you live here too so what can we do about it"...and he would respond "i guess i could move out"..."i guess you could" i would breathlessly retort...and the banter would then continue on along the same lines...occassionally he would recognize a passer-by and shout, "hey [so and so] what's up, this is my friend [church of al] he is moving in here"...the madness continued onwards until all was unloaded, and his job of leaning and barbing was complete..."i'm going to get something to eat," he said, "see you later"...and i would not see him again until the next day...