So I roll out of bed this morning, stumble into the living room, open the vertical blinds, and literally jumped because there was an intense looking tattooed guy leaning on the balcony facing towards me. A few minutes later I realized he hadn't moved at all, and upon closer inspection he turned out to be some sort of eerily lifelike wax man.

Great picture and great story. I bet I could kick that wax man's butt.