Up on the roof - 5

Well, one of the other folks spending the night up here just woke up and yakked on himself. The fact that he chose to stay here instead of driving home intoxicated is admirable so I don't really want to make fun of him. But when he sat up and stared at me all pie-eyed, wearing what looks like a shirt with a collar made of chunks of strained squash, I couldn't help but laugh and laugh and laugh. I reasoned with him to go change his shirt but it still smells kind of like a cider mill gone bad. I hope I can ignore it because I think it's time to shut this down for the night and go to bed, so to speak.