Anna noticed the sign but for me, it was too late…
I have a new neighbour.
I think he moved in a few weeks ago.
He lives in the same building as me but around the corner.
I started to think that he was a weirdo because every single night,
I pass his window on my way home from work and every single night,
He’s up there – staring out.
He looks like Norman Bates’ Mother in “Psycho”.
I’d come home from work at 6pm and he’d be there.
I’d come home from work at 2am and he’d be there.
Anna and I walked past last week and there he was.
Anna thought he was creepy and I agreed.
I also added that he was a rude motherfucker on account of him never ever waving back at me when I give him a friendly neighbourly wave.
Yesterday I left the house at 7am and there he was!
Standing and staring as usual like a…fucking…
…A fucking…cardboard cut-out of David Tennant?
As I was taking those night photos, a scuzzy as fuck hooker with a Blackpool accent was barking at me, asking if I was looking for buisness.
“Can’t you see I’m busy here?” I said.
God only knows what she thought.