In the middle of the night ...

Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night to piss, I walk outside and piss off my porch. It's not to say that I never did when I lived in Pittsburgh, on Polish Hill, my house surrounded by neighboring houses for five feet for five miles in every direction. I did. I have neighbors here, too, but I've never met them and I don't know their names because they're beyond the border fence, beyond the trees, where I can't see their porch lights at night.