Elaborate, please.
In 92 a friend of mine had moved to a different city and had his brother give me his new address. The street address was 362 1/2 . I drove up and down the street and could only find 362 so I knocked on the door and asked the woman who answered if she knew Carl. She snarled that he lived out back and slammed the door in my face. I called her a bitch.
We kinda took it from there.