So the apartment next to me is being remodeled by this washed up contractor who looks like hes out of a bad seventies porno, stache and all. Blue Ribbon beer in hand he sadistaclly says hello as I walk by on the way to my apartment.
Recently, I heard a small beep outside my window and being paranoid as usual I open the door to see what it is. Not but fifty feet away a shadowy figure sits surveying the scenery.
All is ok until I hear that voice that makes me cringe and cower.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," I say back and close the door, deadbolt and all.
Back to my swivel chair I go pondering when he will strike next.
-Trevor
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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