called police for i think the first time ever tonight. mack went upstairs to the common roof deck to smoke a cigarette when she came home and noticed a strange shape on one of the sofas. after dinner i went up with her and sure enough after turning a flashlight on this formless lump under the sofa rain cover,there are shoes and someone is sleeping there next to a backpack. we live in a medium-sized building with children and this woman i care about. it's not really within me to interfere with police in anyone's business but this seemed like a matter of safety not to me but others around me who may not have as much control over their safety as i, though i was afraid to approach this person. so i called the police. and i feel bad because in all likelihood he's just some lost kid who figured out a clever place to crash. but i made a decision to change someone else's life to prevent the possible change of mine. it felt like war.