In Januray, Mike Benedetti got rid of a bookcase and told me to give it to my girlfriend. Becuase it didn't fit in her car, it sat outside my apartment door for three months, waiting for us to shove it into my car & trek it to Pittston. Friday night at 1 am, when I got home, it was no longer in the hallway. I left some rather illegible and incoherent signs throughout the building, and got both the bookcase and this note the next night.