They’ve been here since the spring. The old Jenkins house had been vacant for some years, but Mrs. Jenkins grandkids didn’t want to sell. Well I guess these dudes made the right offer because they slid right on in.
The real quiet one moved in first — middle of the night, around April. When I say real quiet, I mean I’ve never heard this guy say one word ever in life.
The sissy and the real wild one moved in next. Again, middle of the night. I saw them come out of a Yellow Cab with duffle bags and a trunk. I’ve seen the wild one all over the place, getting into fights and clubs and all.
The last one I saw move in was the one who acts like the leader. Well, i didn’t see him “move in” — it looked more like they rescued him. I mean, one day he looked homeless and the next day he looked like a million bucks.
The fifth one just kind of showed up one day. Not sure when he moved in.
But it’s just sort of crazy. Five guys in their 20s living in one house just appearing over the course of the summer. None of them work, at least not real 9-5 jobs.