The Dinner Party

A couple weeks ago I was running in the evening and a very creepy guy was on his bike singing. He told me he was a musician and was working on a song. I was not impressed. He stopped and got off his bike at the little yellow house across the street. The guy looked like a youngish David Johansen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Johansen) which might explain the creep factor from the start. That guy always weirded me out. Anyway, the vibe he gives off is one of "If I am found hacked into tiny pieces, he did it."
Apparently, I am not the only person in the neighborhood that finds the guy off. He has creeped out every other woman on my block. We are a tight-knot block and discuss these things. The little yellow house is "FSBO" but the sign was mysteriously taken down. In our paranoia, we have decided that the gut is squatting in the house and setting up a meth lab. Sure this might seem like a stretch of the imagination... until you have talked to the guy.
Trying to not upset the norms, he approached our neighbors and gave his "life story." He is an ex-con(I am fine with this) that has no car, runs a half-way house (meaning he has to live there as part of his parole), and has been hired to "clean up the yellow house." He hopes to buy it from the owners. The house is listed at $170K and needs another 45K in updates. There is no way a guy that cannot afford a car and has no steady real employment will get a bankloan to buy the house. He also asked where he could score some acetone to refinish the floors. No one uses acetone to redo floors. Meth lab. Being the concerned neighbors that we are, we called the police.