The Feds...

Pages of obscure crap could be told about my upstairs neighbors. But, I haven't the energy to go over it today. I will say that the dude is very very unsociable. There have been two times that I have had to knock on his door. The first time I did he opened it up about 2 inches & as I spoke the SOB started closing it...

Today, I kindly knock on the door because his mail was in my mailbox. It looked important something from a bank...so I go. He opens the door about an inch grunts that it is in fact his mail, ninja grabs it out of my hand & then closes it quickly.

It's creepy and comical. Picture it...I can see only one of his eyes, a few hairs of his goatee, and one ear. He opens the door as if he's waiting on the feds to show up any day to grab his ass & haul him off to some kind of international court for some horrible war crimes. Since he's nervous & looking around I'm nervous & annoyed...but I notice that I start looking around. Is there something out in the matrix that I am happily unaware of? Was he expecting his meth dealer? Is he a meth dealer? Did he not pay his rent & is waiting to have it out with the land lord?

What totally sends me for a loop is the fact that he leaves his bedroom window open all the freaking time. Wide open. It's a 115 out there & his freaking window is open, curtains and all. So why act like such a fool at the front door and then egging people on to view your personal life through your bedroom window?