So let me paint the picture for you..... I'm outside my place, smoking a grit, and yelling at the dogs to STFU before I beat them. When all of a sudden, I heard a faint and muffled 'help. help me'. I was all 'WTF is that?!!' Then I yelled some more at the dogs to STFU. And there it was again 'help me'. No doubt about it this time. I could hear my neighbor from the building to the south crying for help. I had to jump into action. And I did. I ran around to the front to get the address from the building next door for 911. As I returned, I encountered my neighbor in the house in front and I told him what was going on. The neighbor said 'did you go and knock on his door?' and I told him I really didn't want to do that, I'd just call 911. So we both go over, and we can't hear shit from the courtyard and frontdoor of the guy who is crying for help. The neighbor, and some people in the building next door, are looking at me all 'WTF are you talking about, we can't hear anything'. So we bailed. When we came back over, I asked the neighbor in the front house to come back to my yard to see if he could hear it. So he comes back to my yard and listens, and all of a sudden, he hears 'help. help me'. Then he ran over to make the neighbors in the building next door call 911. When I came over to see what was going on, the neighbor to the guy who was hurt asked me to remove the screen from the front window, and open the door, which I did. And she went in to find the old guy all laid out in his bathtub, crying for help. Goddamn, it feels good to be a neighborhood hero. Everyone knows that it was due to me, that this guy is going to live.