Sounds like the hallway of the decrepit building in which I work. Apartments are upstairs. Everything on our floor was painted white, now it’s kind of beige and greenish-greyish. I kid you not, the place is
alive with all the funguses, moulds and whatnot growing on the walls.
The dog is brown, small and comes every day around noon to bark like an idiot for 20 minutes to half an hour. He lives somewhere near and probably craps in the park in front of the building, so he also feels like singing to us or telling us something I can’t translate, but sounds like: “**** you losers, **** you, **** you, come out and play, you never come out to play, **** you, **** you...”
Sometimes I even stick my head out the window and say “I would, I’d come out and play, but I have bills to pay.”
TNP... ha! I see Clint Eastwood

TNP probably isn’t him, if you are, I think you’re great director, but I seriously resent you making the Million Dollar Baby. I knew what it was about, I did my best not to see the movie, but when I did, I couldn’t sleep after watching it.
(God forbid, TNP, I hope it wasn’t anyone yours that was hurt like that? Or maybe TNP was boxing for a while?)