An obsessive diary form some freak who obsesses about the man living upstairs from himself. A samlpe entry….
“Loser has been quiet all day. It is about eleven now, and as I drive in the parking lot I see Loser’s lights on. Oh boy, I say to myself, Loser is home. I go to my place. Usually Loser starts pacing around within five minutes after I get in. Maybe he is at the “stoogepad.” Wait a minute! Loser just came in. He is with “stooge one” and “stooge two”. We are in for a night now! Loser is definitely the leader, the main man. But, what does he have to offer? All Loser knows about is his hand and a jar of Vaseline. Anyone that looks up to Loser is a true loser. Looks like the CircJerktm is going to go on all night, just like last time. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are lying on the floor doing spoons. My question is: who gets to be Lucky Pierre?”