...something happened last night that has me...wondering.

...I was letting Fed out for his usual morning relief, getting ready to pull the truck out of the garage. There's an empty soda can in the middle of my drive and a cigarette butt next to it.

...my driveway runs the length of my house. This means that someone had to either come thru the back yard and stop there near my back door, or walk down the drive and stop by my back door.

...now I usually don't mind being here alone. I'm used to it. But I don't like the fact that someone was standing outside my door in the middle of the night, having a soda and a smoke. Why? There's no reason to be there.

...ya'll might think I'm being paranoid, but once in a great while the idiots do come out. I value my privacy. It would have been one thing to stop in front of the house to have a smoke, but what were they doing in the back?

...Fed is twelve. He rarely hears me come in from work. He used to be a great watch dog. But sometimes I get a little nervous. I called and asked the police to drive by more often at night and told them why, besides the fact my neighbors on both sides are older. They have always done that when I asked (yeah, sometimes I just have to).

...meanwhile I guess I'm going to get another lock for the door. Anyone could break it down if they kicked hard enough. Shit. I'm getting to be a whiner....sorry.

...Hey, Narcman...do you hire out? Ever been to Illinois?
posted by Wanting at 8:17 PM