Return of the stalker

I had almost forgotten about the cigarette stalker. It's been weeks since I've seen him. The Charles Manson wanna-be vacated his apartment a while ago and I was starting to think the two of them had left together. Until now.

I only saw the stalker outside while he paced around the neighbourhood. He went inside often enough but I'd never see any lights come on when he did. I wondered what he did in the dark. I'm disturbed this evening to see that he smokes inside as much as he does outside.

He hasn't turned any lights on but from across the street I can see his blinds are open. He's lighted 9 or 10 tea lights and spaced them evenly along his front window ledge. They share the ledge with his unusual collection of glass vases which are scattering and diffusing their light.

I've been at my computer for an hour and a half and he's been pacing his living room and chainsmoking the whole time. It's really distracting. He's like a zombie. He's got this pot belly that makes him look about eight months pregnant and he has his arms folded, resting over his gut while he paces back and forth staring straight ahead. His pace is pretty slow until he lights a cigarette. Then he begins to pace faster and faster and sometimes he'll walk in circles. His right arm mechanically brings the cigarette up to his lips every few seconds but he keeps staring straight ahead even while he's taking a drag.

I still think he needs a TV or something but it looks like he'll have to get electricity before he even thinks about getting cable.

I can't help but worry about Pedro who has to walk under the stalker's window to get home safely. I think I should tell him to start walking on my side of the street.