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Landlord blues

Sunday, October 29, 2006

I was sitting in my room just a few minutes ago. That boy was in the garden next door again. He was drinking coffee again and thinking about stuff. He really does take a long time to drink coffee. He was sitting, drinking coffee for about ten minutes. He lit up a cigarette about five minutes into it and just sat there drinking coffee and smoking. I can't really see what he is looking at the whole time. He just sits and looks at the same place for ages.

I was in the mood to put Burzum on, but after what happened last time, I really don't want to be put in that position again. So I sat there in silence for a bit, but then I went and fetched my cigarettes. They were hidden in a pizza box (I love the irony in that) in the back of my cupboard. I don't get a lot of visitors, but I don't want to take the chance.

This is pretty important, because later on my landlord knocked on my door and I had to let him in. I put out the cigarette first and then let him in. He walked in and looked around. It was really dark inside and messy.

"I didn't know you smoked."

I looked at him. It was pretty intense. He just kept staring at me. I kept looking at stuff. I even looked at the pizza box. i could see it at the back of my cupboard. I hope he didn't realise what I was looking at. He was still looking at me. I just looked at him in the eyes. He had this weird expression on his face. Like he was puzzled. Then he shrugged his shoulders and sighed. He walked out.

I quickly looked back out from behind the curtain. The kid was gone.

"You got a letter on friday, I forgot to put it in your little box contraption."

I stared at him.

"What were you looking at out there?"

I looked back at the box again. I looked at some other stuff quickly in case he noticed that it was the second time I had looked at the cupboard. I looked at four diferent places for different amounts of time. Then I looked at the one place again to make the cupboard not stand out.

"I don't know what you're doing." This is him talking.

He drew in a breath so that I could hear it and did this thing where he lifted his eyebrows and nearly smiled. He walked out again. He put the letter in the box on the way out.

6:52 PM

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