Summer of Nick

The previous entry was my way of saying I made it through the anniversary.
Thank you all for your kind words. They were very much appreciated.

The apartment right next door to me has a revolving door.
And by that, I mean people don't stay long. I'm sometimes afraid it's me but since I smell pretty good, I don't party late at night and I TRY to be a good neighbor, logic tells me that it's probably because it's in a crappy location.
It's sandwiched between two other apartments and lacking a patio.
I guess it's a transition apartment for wayward people.

This sucks for me because every six months or so, I get new people. It's a freakin crap shoot and I never know what I'm going to get.
I had a psycho woman who accused me of stealing her newspaper.
I had a young girl who thought we were going to be best friends and knocked on my door every night to get me to come out and chat while she smoked.
I had a newly pregnant 17 yr old who was getting her first apartment with her not-so-thrilled-about-being-a-father baby daddy. He played video games with the front door standing wide open and it pissed everyone off.
One day, I walk up the stairs to find the cops taking a statement from newly preggers and I hear ".....then he knocked the cell phone out of my hand so I couldn't call my mama...?" as I unlock my door.
They were gone within the week.
The next tenant was a nice woman with a small boy. She didn't last 6 months. I noticed her ex was staying the night a lot. I wasn't surprised when she moved out and moved back in with him.
I am fortunate enough to get a good few months between neighbors. I enjoy the freedom of not having to worry about people knocking on their front door which is about 2 inches from mine, running into them coming up the stairs or my dogs trying to run into their apartment if they happen to open their door at the wrong time.
I had been enjoying said freedom since around Thanksgiving. I was getting used to it and beginning to wonder if they were ever going to rent that apartment out...then...I saw light through the patio door one evening.
Someone is there. I glimpsed the corner of a chair and a picture on the wall. I have neighbors again.
For about two weeks, I could see that someone was living there but I never saw them and I never heard them.
I usually hear the front door open, close and lock but this time, I had an invisible neighbor. They obviously couldn't be seen or heard.
Well, until today...
As I was herding the dogs up the stairs after our morning constitutional, I heard a disembodied voice say, "Hello there!"
I looked around and finally saw a head sticking out of the doorway.
My neighbor IS visible!
He introduced himself. What a CUTIE!
Ok, I'm not hot for this kid. He's young. REAL young.
But he's just your average dorky, sweet kid.
He's got long, shaggy hair, acne, braces and tattoos.
He's extremely honest, too. He asked me if I was the one with the wireless connection. He wanted to offer to pay a fee to tap it.
He then told me his work schedule just in case I needed anything.

I hope he doesn't turn out to be some kind of serial killer.

If I stop blogging suddenly and they find my body hacked into pieces and stuffed into trash bags, tell the cops to look for a guy named Nick.