There's this man who jogs...

...in the middle of the night. He's probably in his 40s or maybe even 50s. He's certainly not some 22-year-old boxer in training. Now...at 1:30am, he's run past my house several times. No, i'm not sitting in the window eying the neighborhood...I HEARD him moaning. Moaning and panting endlessly. "UH...UH...UHHHHH." Seemingly on the verge of a heart attack and in fucking agony. Nothing about it looked good or seemed normal. Oh, and did I mention it's 1:30am? But, wait, it gets better. I saw him on Thursday night...at 4AM!!! Who the FUCK jogs at 4am?!?! I wanna know this guy's deal. I wanna know where he lives, what he does for a living, what his motivation is. Perhaps I'll start following him. It wouldn't be hard to keep up...my brisk natural walk would be faster than this guy's jog. And people think MY schedule's fucked up.