I hope he's home every 5-day weekend and lets everyone come visit his condo.
Oh, he lives in Philadelphia. The condo is his vacation home. He isn't there every weekend. I can't blame him for not wanting to be a perpetual innkeeper, but, still, he never misses an opportunity to remind people that he fulfilled his goal of only having to work three days a week and having a condo in Provincetown. He's also got what my mother referred to as a "poor mouth," always complaining that he has no money. He doesn't seem to make the connection between keeping up a house in Philadelphia and a condo in P'town with never having any cash on hand.
He's also constantly carping on what miserable people P'town "year-rounders" are.
I can't think of any reason other than morbid fascination that I keep him as a friend.