Bill Pullman

Woke up at 2 a.m. to the buzz of a chainsaw somewhere outside my window.  

"The fan?" I posited, and tried to drift off, but no, there it was again, the angry metallic whine. 

Got up in my sweats, put on shoes and a baseball cap (to cover my disheveled hair*) and went outside to circumnavigate the complex, hoping to outflank any potential madmen. 

By the pool, I saw a guy - also in sweats - walking toward me.

I gesture, palms up, "what the hell?"  

"They're trimming the trees," he said.

"At 2 am? Here?!"

"Across the street," he pointed. 

We walked over, and there they were, 3 big trucks w/cherry pickers, lights flashing, spaced out along the street against the opposite block. 

We stood there, complaining, and threatened to call... somebody; but they'd apparently finished with the saws, so we shook hands and parted company. 

Back at the apartment, couldn't sleep so I fire up Netflix & there's Bill Pullman doing his shifty eyed detective bit for 'The Sinner' which I really like, and now I'm fully awake, watching a show about a guy who can't sleep.

I notice his grizzled white beard, and hairstyle, identical to my own, and I think, "Jesus, is that what I look like?"

If you have to ask. 

*You don't want to reconnoiter for madmen with hair sticking straight up, as you might be mistaken for one.