SCHTOP. I like this story that is true and is recent and mine.
this is a story about my neighbor. I really want to interview him but I cant because he doesn't say nuthin.
Mister neighbor to my right has two houses on one property; he is approx. 72.4 years old and has two dogs.
He sits on his porch every afternoon, but not without the dogs. One little, one big.
The big one attacks anything it can attack and he attacks them scary like too, no sneaky pouncing or stealthy shreds. He is a loud motherfucker.
Mister NTMR also lives with a woman and two boys around the ages of 30-40 somethings.
They are all mentally messed up somehow. Every single one.
I don’t think it is a house for such a thing, I think they are all just a family.
The first day I ever saw NTMR he was on his porch, I said hi and he just looked at me, told his dog to shut up, but just kept looking at me. “I’m not afraid of your dog. He can keep barking.”
….just staring.
“I always feel bad for animals because they can’t talk back to us but we yell at them all the time.”
….just kept on staring.
Bark.
Bark.
Then a few nights later I was in my room reading, it was midnight and I just realized that something outside had been clanging for a while.
Listen.
I looked outside my window and there was NTMR.
He was going in circles, nope, squares.
He started at his front doorstep went up one of his paths through his front lawn to the gate by the sidewalk, openes the gate. Clang. Closes the gate. Clang. Turns on his flashlight. Walks across the sidewalk flashlight pointed at the ground and stares searching for something while walking until he gets to another opening in the gate further down. Turns off flashlight. Opens gate door. Clang. Walks through. Closes. Clang. Goes up a different path that leads from the gate door he is at now back to another door to his house and starts over at the other other door on the front step.
I watched him do it three more times before he went inside. I don’t know how many times he did it before I started watching.
I listened to him do it again the other night. I didn’t watch him. I was afraid to.
I think he is a peeping tom himself and when he is looking at the sidewalk so intently he is really watching other little tiny NTMRs walking in squares on their property and wondering what the heck they are doing themselves and he doesn’t realize that he is doing the same thing while watching and wondering why they are doing that and THAT is why I’m afraid to watch him again because it will become a routine and then someone may see me and react... I reacted.
a few nights ago I decided to draw dancing instructions, how to waltz to be exact, right on the sidewalk where he stares.
just in chalk
dressed in black like I was on a mission, I drew.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
http://www.centralhome.com/BALLROOMCOUNTRY/images/dance/waltz_box.gif
^that's what I drew.
I didn't want to mess with him that bad really, just change his groove, but not too much...enhance his groove. I guess I didn't think about OCD though if that is even what he has.He does come outside every night at midnight and squares around his yard....BUT this waltz is a square! it is perfect!
well the ending of the story isn't amazin. He saw it and stared at it for a while for a long long while and then went in the gate and out the gate and stared at it for another long long long while. he went in after two hours. I thought it was only fair to stay up as late as he did and lose as much sleep as he did. the next day it rained and the waltz was gone. he never tried to dance. he came out the next night though and was back on schedule.
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I haven't updated in a while. I moved out on my own this summer, got happy got sad. the sad was taking over the happy and now I am moving back home... I did have some fun.
I think I will leave something for mister NTMR before I move out. something like "you were my constant, thanks."
leave suggestions.
okay, that is all. I did not do much this summer nothing I would like to write about in this. ask me in person, stuff will come out of my mouth.
things I am looking forward to in the next month:
three great shows in boston:
Beirut: august 26th (this guy is frickin awesome, check him, a young one man band sort of a devotchka feel) http://myspace.com/beruit
the decemberists: october?
regina: oct. 6th
and school.
aaaand g'night.
Mister neighbor to my right has two houses on one property; he is approx. 72.4 years old and has two dogs.
He sits on his porch every afternoon, but not without the dogs. One little, one big.
The big one attacks anything it can attack and he attacks them scary like too, no sneaky pouncing or stealthy shreds. He is a loud motherfucker.
Mister NTMR also lives with a woman and two boys around the ages of 30-40 somethings.
They are all mentally messed up somehow. Every single one.
I don’t think it is a house for such a thing, I think they are all just a family.
The first day I ever saw NTMR he was on his porch, I said hi and he just looked at me, told his dog to shut up, but just kept looking at me. “I’m not afraid of your dog. He can keep barking.”
….just staring.
“I always feel bad for animals because they can’t talk back to us but we yell at them all the time.”
….just kept on staring.
Bark.
Bark.
Then a few nights later I was in my room reading, it was midnight and I just realized that something outside had been clanging for a while.
Listen.
I looked outside my window and there was NTMR.
He was going in circles, nope, squares.
He started at his front doorstep went up one of his paths through his front lawn to the gate by the sidewalk, openes the gate. Clang. Closes the gate. Clang. Turns on his flashlight. Walks across the sidewalk flashlight pointed at the ground and stares searching for something while walking until he gets to another opening in the gate further down. Turns off flashlight. Opens gate door. Clang. Walks through. Closes. Clang. Goes up a different path that leads from the gate door he is at now back to another door to his house and starts over at the other other door on the front step.
I watched him do it three more times before he went inside. I don’t know how many times he did it before I started watching.
I listened to him do it again the other night. I didn’t watch him. I was afraid to.
I think he is a peeping tom himself and when he is looking at the sidewalk so intently he is really watching other little tiny NTMRs walking in squares on their property and wondering what the heck they are doing themselves and he doesn’t realize that he is doing the same thing while watching and wondering why they are doing that and THAT is why I’m afraid to watch him again because it will become a routine and then someone may see me and react... I reacted.
a few nights ago I decided to draw dancing instructions, how to waltz to be exact, right on the sidewalk where he stares.
just in chalk
dressed in black like I was on a mission, I drew.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
http://www.centralhome.com/BALLROOMCOUNTRY/images/dance/waltz_box.gif
^that's what I drew.
I didn't want to mess with him that bad really, just change his groove, but not too much...enhance his groove. I guess I didn't think about OCD though if that is even what he has.He does come outside every night at midnight and squares around his yard....BUT this waltz is a square! it is perfect!
well the ending of the story isn't amazin. He saw it and stared at it for a while for a long long while and then went in the gate and out the gate and stared at it for another long long long while. he went in after two hours. I thought it was only fair to stay up as late as he did and lose as much sleep as he did. the next day it rained and the waltz was gone. he never tried to dance. he came out the next night though and was back on schedule.
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I haven't updated in a while. I moved out on my own this summer, got happy got sad. the sad was taking over the happy and now I am moving back home... I did have some fun.
I think I will leave something for mister NTMR before I move out. something like "you were my constant, thanks."
leave suggestions.
okay, that is all. I did not do much this summer nothing I would like to write about in this. ask me in person, stuff will come out of my mouth.
things I am looking forward to in the next month:
three great shows in boston:
Beirut: august 26th (this guy is frickin awesome, check him, a young one man band sort of a devotchka feel) http://myspace.com/beruit
the decemberists: october?
regina: oct. 6th
and school.
aaaand g'night.