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Over at Zombietruckstop, Seen, a screenwriter, shares the amazing and true story of the tweaking neighbor who stopped by to borrow some poppers and proceeded to strip off in his bedroom. Flabbergasted, Seen grabbed his digital camera, obtained the guy's permission to take a photo and posted it on his blog. Seen begins his story with:

"I opened the door and there stood my very handsome, gym-toned, gay upstairs neighbor. Clean cut with graying hair, Upstairs Neighbor and I have exchanged approximately twelve words in the seven years I've lived here. Now he's at my door wearing a light cotton button-up shirt, shorts and sandals.

ME: 'Hi...'
Upstairs Neighbor: 'Hey, do you have any poppers?'

Okay, I'm a hip, happenin' guy. I'm all down with the marital aids and S&Ms and frottage and the like. I have no judgement. But knocking on a virtual stranger's door and asking for poppers? Is this the gay version of a cup of sugar? Overlooking the fact that he is completely dressed, I figure that maybe he is in the middle of something upstairs that requires poppers and so he headed for the nearest gay guy's apartment. Oh, well, except for the fact that to get to my apartment from his he has to pass two other gay guys' apartments.

ME: 'Uh, well, no, I don't. I don't like them. They give me a headache.' For some reason I feel like I need to explain the lack of poppers in my apartment.'"

[Photo credit: Michael J. Massucci, EZTV.]