Crazy John is moving.
Since he really is crazy, why am I not happy about this? Maybe because it means the half-square-block parcel John' s house sits on has been sold. It's zoned, unfortunately, for just about anything--medical waste, gang hits, satanic rituals, satellite launches. Want to build a red-light district? Home Depot is having a sale on bulbs! Need slaughterhouse space? Mooooove on in!
Sometimes the crazy guy you know is better than the (potential) 100-unit apartment complex you don't.
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