Outside my window at 4:00 AM

Laying on my recliner under a cool breeze of air from the back window, smoking a perfect Marlboro Light (Amreeky) while sipping on my blood orange juice, watching 24 season 4. Jack shoots, Jack is shot, life goes on. It was as perfect as it gets on 4AM, I hoped the sun would sleep in. Then like all stories I heard a noise, I live on the 4th floor noise could only be made from an obese neighbor having trouble sleeping, at 4 AM all noises should be distinct, I muted the TV and slightly moved my neck to the left while half blinking my right eye, It sounded like a cat was in a plastic bag and wanted to get out, but from miles away, I got up, looked outside the window, there were no cars no people, the rays of the orange street lights were disturbing yet not enough to distract me from hearing the sound, I looked around and saw something fidgeting next to the garbage. More than 150 feet away, I thought it was a cat at first, then it turns out it's man, tearing up every bag that was in that garbage can as if he was looking for doze of a drug he had gotten addicted to, only thought rushing through my mind was terrorists on 24 saying Allah Akbar before attempting any murder. he wore a black pants, black shirt, black cap and at 4 am, it was clear he didn’t want to be seen, I looked back inside the room and saw remains of snacks and fruits on the table for the maid to clean up, I grabbed my camera took a few shots and thought about how far away our worlds were, if only a sperm and egg met else where I could be there fighting him for a crushed Pepsi can.