I've told a few of you about this bloke in my apartment complex who's on so many brain drugs he doesn't know what day it is, when I first met him I thought he was the atypical California surf "duuuuude" as depicted in many a movie. Hot, but a bit of one of those.
As time went on he became more and more annoying in the pool area like a bit of a bad smell and kept on making up salacious stories about our elderly neighbours being swingers etc.
As more time went on he followed me out for a smoke every now and again, then it got to I wonder how he knew from his apartment that he knew because it was every time. I got a bit worried.
Since then I've found out he's on 5 different brain pills, he can't work, can't drive and his parents pay for his apartment. Not his fault he was born like that. I ended up talking to him loads after that, he thought I fancied him because I was in the pool with him, even though my husband was there and all sorts of weird stuff but I felt bad for him.
I didn't see him for 2 weeks and he was saying he might go into rehab and his lease was up this weekend so I thought I'd seen the last of him. Tonight, he came crawling up yelling "Louise", clutching a big white folder and a big leaf saying he'd been in rehab for 2 weeks, was attacked and how the pen he was showing me was a laser beam. I tried to coax him back through the gates knowing my husband would wonder WTF I was and he wouldn't come in, saying we were both in on it together.
My husband, at 8ish got a text from our building manager saying we had to lock our doors because he was on a rampage yelling about the KKK so I legged it out yelling for him thinking he'd calm down being I'm pretty much the only person who'll actually hold a conversation with him, helicopters, the fucking works.
He ended up holded up in his tiny apartment with something against the door brandishing a tire iron only. Helicopters for that?? His brother's the cop moron who called for them. I was out chatting to him and his dad saying it'll be fine, he won't touch me and there you go, sweet as you like I'm in there. Unharmed and fine. Not the KKK apparently.
After 20 minutes I said I was off for a smoke and brought his dad up too and then I left. Only to be murdered in my sleep tonight.
As time went on he became more and more annoying in the pool area like a bit of a bad smell and kept on making up salacious stories about our elderly neighbours being swingers etc.
As more time went on he followed me out for a smoke every now and again, then it got to I wonder how he knew from his apartment that he knew because it was every time. I got a bit worried.
Since then I've found out he's on 5 different brain pills, he can't work, can't drive and his parents pay for his apartment. Not his fault he was born like that. I ended up talking to him loads after that, he thought I fancied him because I was in the pool with him, even though my husband was there and all sorts of weird stuff but I felt bad for him.
I didn't see him for 2 weeks and he was saying he might go into rehab and his lease was up this weekend so I thought I'd seen the last of him. Tonight, he came crawling up yelling "Louise", clutching a big white folder and a big leaf saying he'd been in rehab for 2 weeks, was attacked and how the pen he was showing me was a laser beam. I tried to coax him back through the gates knowing my husband would wonder WTF I was and he wouldn't come in, saying we were both in on it together.
My husband, at 8ish got a text from our building manager saying we had to lock our doors because he was on a rampage yelling about the KKK so I legged it out yelling for him thinking he'd calm down being I'm pretty much the only person who'll actually hold a conversation with him, helicopters, the fucking works.
He ended up holded up in his tiny apartment with something against the door brandishing a tire iron only. Helicopters for that?? His brother's the cop moron who called for them. I was out chatting to him and his dad saying it'll be fine, he won't touch me and there you go, sweet as you like I'm in there. Unharmed and fine. Not the KKK apparently.
After 20 minutes I said I was off for a smoke and brought his dad up too and then I left. Only to be murdered in my sleep tonight.
