Maybe they’re going to break-up, then be miserable for a couple of weeks. Only to find out neither wanted to break it off in the first place, so they get back together. That should add more time to this storyline.
The neighbor originally lived on the edge of Pitt’s estate property. There was something like 22 houses. Every time one came up for sale, he bought one. One of the properties belonged to an elderly man in his early nineties, so Pitt made a deal that allowed him to stay in their home.
I’m gonna tell you a story I’m gonna tell you about my town I’m gonna tell you a big fat story, baby Aw, it’s all about my town Yeah, down by the river Down by the banks of the river Charles Aw, that’s what’s happenin’, baby That’s where you’ll find me Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves Aw, but they’re cool, too Well, I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you’re my home Oh, you’re the number one place Frustrated women (I mean they’re frustrated) Have to be in by 12 o’clock (oh, that’s a shame) But I’m wishin’ and a-hopin’, oh That just once those doors weren’t locked I like to save time for my baby to walk around Well, I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you’re my home, oh, yeah ‘Cause I love that dirty water Ooh, oh, Boston, you’re my home, oh, yeah Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby) I love that dirty water (I love Boston) I love that dirty water (have you heard about the strangler?) I love that dirty water (I’m the man, I’m the man) I love that dirty water (oww) I love that dirty water (come on, come on) I love that dirty water (come on) I love that dirty…
I looked it up, and the message written on the bottle reads: “This bottle was put in here by the plumber on 3/25/55.”