this morning #2244.

this morning, as i went through my morning routine, each time i passed by the window that looked out at the street, he was still standing there. dude in a suit. leaning against a telephone pole smoking. he’d been hanging out there for at least an hour. staring off into the distance. doing some deep thinking, i guess. maybe waiting for someone or something. not sure why i cared so much. it’s not as if he was suspicious. just sort of odd. off for the neighborhood. once i’d completed my routine, i pulled the curtains closed so i could sit there & spy on him from behind them. twenty minutes into my surveillance, i hurried off to the bathroom to pee. wasn't gone for but a minute but by the time i returned, he’d left. left me the whole day wondering what the hell his presence meant.