Johnny doesn't live here anymore.

Yes folks, that's right. Johnny Ristick (my own personal Gladys Kravitz) is no longer listening eagerly at our shared walls, or peeking out of his door when I walk past apartment 209. I would like to say that I will miss the personality he brought to the Rena Villa, but I cannot, because he was gettin' on my nerves. But I do find this to be a moment of great significance. The last time I changed unwanted neighbors, I traded a man named Reno, with a woman named Cabo, both of which were nasty locations I'll never visit, and my newest four letter words. I'm sure if this is to be a pattern Johnny's replacement will be a crazy lady named Frankie Lipstick. I'll try to be kind, but I hate her already.