What Should I Do About The Homeless Guy Living In My Entryway?

This is how my first work week of 2016 started off: homeless dudes just moving into my goddamn apartment. If you’re wondering how he got in, the first door is always open and the second door is the one that locks. What’s my move here? Despite what the homeless people strewn about the floor may tell you, this place ain’t cheap and I’m not wild about this guy living in my digs rent free. Plus it’s pretty fucking inconvenient. Like I tiptoe around the guy because I’m worried about irritating him. I legit snuck out of my apartment this morning. Closed the doors all quietly and walked lightfooted, as if I was leaving a chick’s apartment in the middle of the night after some ravenous love making (I don’t know, that’s how they do it in movies. I’ve never had much experience with it) so I didn’t disturb him. I was worried about waking the homeless man because I didn’t want to be rude. He probably has a difficult day of being homeless ahead of him and needs his beauty sleep, after all. So I don’t know what the play is here? I’m sure as hell never confronting him, I’ve heard about how protective the homeless are of their turf.  Did he piss all over the floor (probably) and claim it as his territory? Is this just his apartment now? Do I call the cops so they can do nothing? What’s my move here?

Oh and I can’t feel my tongue, like, at all. Haven’t been able to for a week. That’s unrelated but just figured I’d throw that in so you can see what I’m dealing with in 2016. Big year.