Stalker
There's this creepy guy on the bus that's been watching me, and always sitting nearby, stuff like that. The first time he tried to talk to me, I blew him off. A few days ago he tried again and I was just 'fine, whatever, I'll talk to him and he'll leave me alone'
Except it just got worse, 'cause now he moved to sit right next to me. So again, I kept blowing him off.
He gave me his phone numbers and told me to call him if I'm not doing anything Sunday.
This guy is creepy, smells funny, and sleeps on his mother's couch. He's also old enough to be my father, or damned close.
I didn't see him Friday to finally tell him to back the fuck off for good (which I should have done from the first, but I try not to be direct and all when I'm completely alone and have to walk home that way).
So, if I go missing or my corpse winds up somewhere along Montgomery Road, this is the note he gave me:
"Newton"
Home - 984-2207
Cell - 513-787-2977
Work (K.O.I Burbank) 221-2546
Funny stuffs:
I had a funny story, but I've forgotten it. So you just get the talking thing instead.
Yesterday my coworkers were teasing me for always talking and being noisy. Coworker 1 said there was no way I could be quiet for an entire day. Coworker 2 jumps in and says 1 couldn't either. So we got into a silent contest. I eventually slipped up, but it was hella funny while it lasted ^_^ Boss Lady said 2 should get a bonus for finding a way to get us both to shut up. Ahahahaha.
There's this creepy guy on the bus that's been watching me, and always sitting nearby, stuff like that. The first time he tried to talk to me, I blew him off. A few days ago he tried again and I was just 'fine, whatever, I'll talk to him and he'll leave me alone'
Except it just got worse, 'cause now he moved to sit right next to me. So again, I kept blowing him off.
He gave me his phone numbers and told me to call him if I'm not doing anything Sunday.
This guy is creepy, smells funny, and sleeps on his mother's couch. He's also old enough to be my father, or damned close.
I didn't see him Friday to finally tell him to back the fuck off for good (which I should have done from the first, but I try not to be direct and all when I'm completely alone and have to walk home that way).
So, if I go missing or my corpse winds up somewhere along Montgomery Road, this is the note he gave me:
"Newton"
Home - 984-2207
Cell - 513-787-2977
Work (K.O.I Burbank) 221-2546
Funny stuffs:
I had a funny story, but I've forgotten it. So you just get the talking thing instead.
Yesterday my coworkers were teasing me for always talking and being noisy. Coworker 1 said there was no way I could be quiet for an entire day. Coworker 2 jumps in and says 1 couldn't either. So we got into a silent contest. I eventually slipped up, but it was hella funny while it lasted ^_^ Boss Lady said 2 should get a bonus for finding a way to get us both to shut up. Ahahahaha.