The Cigarette Stalker

There's a frightening man who lives across the street from me. I see him too much. He's always either sitting on his front step smoking or he's wandering around the block smoking. I've seen him rummaging through the garbage. Sometimes his stale cigarette smoke wafts into my apartment as he walks below my window. I think he needs a TV.

My hairy bi-cub friend who lives up the street from me has nicknamed him the cigarette stalker. Apparently the stalker has walked up to him and his friends on the street and accosted them for cigarettes. When he doesn't score anything that way he picks up butts off the ground. I guess that's what he's been doing when I see him walking around the block again and again.

It's reassuring to know I'm not the only one who notices this guys eccentric behavior.