I feel that this is a metaphor for something.

Exactly what, I’m not sure. I’m in that interesting position where I simultaneously am amusedly indifferent to the plight of every person in that apartment complex who isn’t in affordable housing — while at the same time having no problem with one of those people going across the street, up to the roof, and blasting that [expletive delete] strobe-light monstrosity with a shotgun. If I saw somebody do it, I wouldn’t have seen anybody do it, savvy? I mean, I’m not a monster.